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INDEX, 

'or 

TABLE   to  find  a  Pfalm  fuited  to  particular 
Subjects  or  Occasions. 


If  you  find  not  the  word  you  feek  in  this  Table, 
feek  another  of  the  fame  fignification  ;  or,  feck.' 
it  under  fome  of  the  more  general  words,  fuch 
as  God,   Chrifl,  Church,  SainU,  Pfalm,  Prayer, 
Praife,  Afflidion,  Grace,  Deliverance,  Death,  &c, 

ADAM  the  firft  and  fecond,  their  dominion,  8. 
afflicted,  pity  to  them  41,  35.  fupporte'd  £5, 
145,  146.  their  prayer  102,  143.  faints  happy  73, 
119,  14th  part,  94. 

Afflictions,  hope  in  them  42,  13,  yy.  fupport  and 
profit  119,  14th  part*  inftruction  by-ihem  94, 
119,  1 8th  part,  fanctified  94,  119,  18th  part, 
courage  in  them  119,  17th  part,  removed  by 
prayer  34,  107.  fubmiflion  to  them  123,  131,39. 
in  mind  and  body  143.  trying  our  graces  66, 
119,  17th  part,  without  rejection  89.  of  faints 
and  fmners  different  94.  gentle  103.  moderated 
125. 

Aged  faints  reflection  and  hope  71. 

All-feeing  God  139. 

Angels,  guardian  34,  91.  all  fubjecl:  to  Chrifl:  89, 
97.  praife  the  Lord  103.  prefent  in  churches  138. 

Appeal  to  God  againft  perfecutors  7.  concerning 
our  fincerity  139.  humility  131. 

Afcenfion  of  Chrift  24,  63,  47,  no. 

■Affi fiance  from  God  144,  138. 

Atheifm  praftical  14,  36,  12.  punifhed  10. 

Attributes  of  God-36,  in,  145,  147, 

Authority  from  God  753  82, 


3  INDEX. 

BACKSLIDING  foul  in  diftrefs  and  defertion 
25.  reitored  51.  pardoned  j8,  130. 
Bleffing  of  God  on  the  bufinefs  and  comforts  of 

life  127. 
Bleflings  of  a  family  128,  133,  of  a  nation  144, 

147.  of  the  country  65,  147.  of  a  perfon  i,  32, 

112. 
Blood  of  Chrift  cleanfing  from  fin  51,  69. 
Book  of  nature  and  fcripture  19,  119,  4th  part. 
Brotherly  love  133.  reproof  141, 
Bufinefs  of  life  blefled  127. 

CARE  of  God  over  his  faints  34. 
Charity  to  the  poor  37,41,112.  and  juftice 
15,  112.  mixed  with  imprecations  35. 

Children  praifing  God  8.  made  bleflings  127,  128. 
inftructed  34,  78. 

Chrift  the  fecond  Adam  8.  his  all-fufficiency  16. 
his  afcenfion  24,  68,  1 10.  the  church's  founda- 
tion 1 1 8.  his  coming,  the  figns  of  it  1 2.  his  con- 
'  defcenfion  and  glorification  8.  covenant  made 
with  him  89.  firft  and  fecond  coming  96,  97, 
98.  the  true  David  89,  35.  his  death  and  refur- 
rection  22,  16,  69.  the  eternal  Creator  102.  ex- 
alted to  the  kingdom  2,  21,  8,  72,  no.  our  ex- 
ample 109.  faith  in  his  blood  51.  God  and  man 
89.  his  Godhead  102.  our  hope  4,  51.  his  in- 
carnation and  facrifice  40.  the  king,  and  the 
church  his  fpoufe  45.  his  kingdom  among  the 
Gentites  72,  87,  132.  his  love  to  enemies  109, 
35.  his  majefty  97,  99.  his  mediatorial  kingdom 
>  89,  1 10.  his  government  45.  praifed  by  children 
8.  prieft  and  king  no.  his  refurreclipn  on  the 
Lord's  day  118.  our  flrength  and  righteoufnefs 
71.  his  furTerings  and  kingdom  2,  22,  69.  his 
fufterings  for  our  falvation  69. 

Chriftian's  qualifications  15,  24.  church  made  of 


I    N    D     E     X.  4 

Jews  and  Gentiles  87. 

Church,  its  beauty  44,  48,  122.  the  birth-place  of 
faint's "87.  built  on  Jefus  Chrift  118.  delight  and 
fafety  in  it  27.  deftrudtion  of  enemies  proceeds 
from  thence  76.  gathered  and  fettled  132.  of  the 
Gentiles  45,  47.  God  fights  for  her  46,  10,  20. 
God's  prefence  there  132,  84.  God's  garden  92. 
going  to  it  122.  the  houfe  and  care  of  God  135. 
of  the  Jews  and  Gentiles  87.  its  increafe  6y. 
prayer  in  diftrefs  89.  reftored  by  prayer  85, 
102,107.  is  the  fafety  and  honour  of  a  nation 
48.  the  fpoufe  of  Chrift  45. 

Colonies  planted  107. 

Comfort,  holinefs  and  pardon  4,  32,  119.  nth 
and  1 2th  parts,  and  fupport  in  God  94^  1 6.  from 
ancient  providence  77,  143.  of  life  bleft  127. 
and  pardon  130. 

Company  of  faints  16,  109. 

Complaint  of  abfence  from  public  worfhip  42-  of 
ficknefs  6.  defertion  13.  pride,  atheifm,  oppref- 
iion,  EsV.  10,  12.  of  temptation  13,  general  102, 
of  quarreifome  neighbours  120.  of  heavy  afflic- 
tions in  mind  and  body  143. 

Gompaflion  of  God  103,  145,  147. 

Communion  with  faints  106,  133. 

Confefiion  of  our  poverty    16.  of  fin,  repentance 
•  and  pardon  32,  51,  38,  130,  143. 

Conscience,  tender  F19,  13th  part,  its  guilt  re- 
lieved 38,  32,  51,  130. 

Contention  complained  of  1 20. 

Ofcnverfe  with  God,  1 19,  2d  part,  6$. 

Converfion  and  joy  126.  at  the  afcenfion  of  Chnfl 
no.  of  jews  and  Gentiles  S'j^  106,  96. 

Corruption  of  manners  in  generals 1,12. 

Counfel  and  fupj  ort  from  God  16-,  119. 

Courage  in  death  16,  17,  71.  w  perfection  119, 
-/th  {art. 

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5  INDEX. 

Covenant  made  with  Chrifl  89.  of  grace  unchange- 
able 89,  106. 

Creation  and  providence  135,  136,  t^^9  104,  147, 
148. 

Creatures,  no  trull  in  them  62,  33,  146*  vain,  and 
God  all-fufficient  33.  praifmg.God  148. 

DAILY  devotion  55,  1 39. 
Day  of  humiliation  for  difappointments  in 

war  60. 
Death  and  refurre&ion  of  Chrifl  16,  69.  of  faints 

and  finners  ij,  37,  49.  and  fufferings  of  Chrifl 

22,  69.  deliverance  from  it   31.  and  pride  49. 

and  the  refurre&ion  49,  71,  89.  courage  in  it 

16,  1 7,  23.  the  effect  of  fm  90. 
Defence  in  God  3, 121.  andfalvationinGod  18,  61. 
Delaying  finners  warned  95. 
Delight  and  fafety  in  the  church  48,  27,  84.  in 

the  law  of  God  1 1 9,  5th  8th  and  1 8tk  parts,  in 

God  63,42,73,  84,  18. 
Deliverance  begun  and  perfected  85.  from  defpair 

18.  from  deep  diflrefs  34,  40.  from  death  31 , 

118.  from  oppreflion   and  falfehood  56.  from 

perfecution  53,  94.  by  prayer  34,  40,  15,    126. 

from  {hip-wreck  107.  from  flander  31.  furprifing 

126. 
Defertion  and  diflrefs  of  foul  25,  13,  38,  143. 
Defire  of  knowledge  119,  9th  part. -of  holinefs  1 19. 

1 1  th  part,  of  comfort  and^eliverance  1 1 9,  1 2th 

part,  of  quickening  grace  119,  16th  part. 
Delegations,  the  church's  fafety  in  them  46. 
Defpair   and   hope  in  death    17,  49-   deliverance 

from  it  18,  130. 
Devotion  daily  55,  134,  141.  cm  a  fick  bed  39,  6. 
Direction  and' pardon  25.  and  defencejprayed  for 

5.  and  hope  42. 
Diflrefs  of  foul  25.  relieved  51,   130. 
JD'eminion  of  man  over  creatures  8. 


INDEX.  6 

Doubts  and  fears  fuppreflfed  3,  31,  143. 
Drunkard  and  glutton  107. 

Duty  to  God  and  man  15,24.  r 

Dwelling  with  God,  fee  heaven,  church,  £srV.  | 

EDUCATION,  religious  34,  78. 
Egypt's  plagues  105. 
End  of  righteous  and  wicked  1,  37. 
Enemies  overcome  18.  prayed  for  35,  105.  deftroy- 

ed  12,  j6,  48. 
Envy  and  unbelief  cured  37,  49. 
Equity  and  wifdom  of  providence  9. 
Evening  pfalm  4,  139,  141. 
Evidences  of  grace  26.  of  fmcerity  18,  19^  139. 
Evil  times  12.  neighbours  120.  magiftrates  11,  58. 
Exaltation  of  Chrift  to  the  kingdom  2,  21,  22,  69, 
-    72,  1 10. 

Examination  26,  139. 
Exhortations  to  peace  and  holinefs  34. 

FAITH  and  prayer  of  perfecuted  faints  35.  in 
the  blood  of  Chrift  51,  32.  in  divine  grace 

and  power  62,  130. 
Faithfulnefs  of  God  89,    105,  hi,   145,  146.  of 

man  15,  141. 
Falfehood,  blafphemy,  &c,  12.  and  oppreflion  12, 

56. 
Family  government    101.   love  and  worfhip   133, 

bleflings  128. 
Fears  and  doubts  ftippreffed  3,  34,  31,  On  the 

worftiip  of  God,  89,  99.  of  God  1 19,  13th  part. 
Flattery  and  deceit  complained  of  12,  36. 
Formal  worfhip  50. 
Frailty  of  man  89,  90,  144. 
Fretfulnefs  difcouraged  37. 
Friendship,  its  bleflings  133. 
Funeral  pfalm  89,  90. 

GENTILES  given  to  Chrift  2,22,  72.  Church 
45?  65?    72,    87.'    owning  the  true  God 


7  INDEX. 

66,  98,  47. 
Glorification  of  Chrift  8,45. 
Glory  of  God  in  our  falvation  60.  and  grace  pro- 

mifed  84,  97,  89. 
Glutton  78.  and  drunkard  107. 
God  all  in  all  127.  all-fufficient  16,  33.  his  being, 
attributes  and  providence  36,  65,  147.  his  care 
of  faints  7,  34.  his  creation  and  providence  33, 
104,  &c.  our  defence  and  falvation  3,  61,  33, 
1x5.  eternal  and  fovereign  and  holy  93.  eternal, 
and  man  mortal  90,  102.  faithfulnefs  105,   1 1 1, 
89.  glorified,  and  finner  laved,  69.  goodnefs  and 
mercy  145,   103.  goodnefs  and  truth  145,  146. 
governing  power  and  goodnefs  66,     great  and 
good  144,  68,   145,   147.  thejudge9,  50,  97. 
kind  to  his  people  145,  146.  his  majefly  97.  and 
condefcenfton  1 13,   114.    .mercy  and  truth  36, 
103,   136,  89,   145.  made  man  8.    of   nature 
and  grace  65.  his  perfections  in,  36.  145,  147. 
our  portion  and  Chrift  our  hope  4.  our  portion 
here  and  hereafter  73.  his  power  and  majefly 
68,  89,  93,  ,96..  praifed  by  children  8.  ourpre- 
ierver  1  2  r ,  138.  prefent  in  his  churches  84,  46. 
our  fhepherd  25.    his  fovereignty  and  goodnefs 
to  man  8,   1 13,   144.  our  fupport  and  comfort 
94.  fupreme  governor  82,    93,    j$.    his  ven- 
geance and  companion  68,  97..   unchangeable 
89,    111.  his  univerial  dominion  103.    his  wif- 
dom  in  his  works  III,   129.  worthy  ofallpraife 
145,    146,    150. 

Good  works  15,  24,  112.  profit  men,  not  God  16* 

Goodnefs  of  God  8,   103,   m,   145*   J46. 

Gofpel,  its  glory  and  fuccefs  19,  45,    no.  joyful 
iound  89,  98.  worfhip  and  order  48. 

Government  of  Chrift  45.  from  God  75. 

Grace,  its  evidences,  or  felf-examination  26,  139. 
about  riches  144.  withput  merit  16, 32.  of  Chriii 


I    N    D    E     X-  8 

45,72.  and  providence  33,  36,  135,  136,   147. 
preferving  and  refloring  138.  truth  and  protecti- 
on 57. tried  byaffli&ion  1 7,66, 1 25.  andglory  84. 
Guilt  of  confcience  relieved  38,  32,  51,   130. 

HARVEST  65,  126,   147. 
Health,  ficknefs,  and  recovery  6/30,  31, 
prayed  for  6,  38,  39. 

Heart  known  to  God  139. 

Hearing  of  prayer,  and  falvation,   10,  66,  102. 
'  Heaven  of  feparate  fouls  17.  the  faint's  dwelling- 
place  24. 

Holinefs,  pardon  and  comfort  4,  defired  119,  nth 
part. 

Hope  in  darknefs  13,  77,  143.  of  refurrection  16, 
7 1 .  and  defpair  in  death  1 7,  49.  and  prayer  27. 
for  victory  20.  and  direction  42. 

Hofanna  of  children  8.  for  the  Lord's  day  118. 

Humiliation  day  10,  60. 

Humility  and  fubmifHon  131,   139. 

Hypocrites  and  hypocrify  1 2,   co. 

IDOLATRY  reproved  11 5, ~  1 35. 
Jehovah  68,  83.  reigns  93,  96,  97. 

Jews,  fee  Ifrael. 

Imprecation  and  charity  35. 

Incarnation  19,  97,  98.  and  facrifice  of  Chrifl4c, 

Infants  139.  fee  children. 

Inftru&ion  from  God  25.  from  fcripture  1  igy  4th 
and  7th  parts,  in  piety  34. 

Inftru&ive  afflictions  94. 

Intemperance  punifhed  78.  and  pardoned  107. 

Joy  of  conversion  ilG. 

Ifrael  faved  from  the  Aityrlaris  yG.  fayed  from  E- 
gypt,  and  brought -to  Canaan  135,  136,  yy, 
105,107.  rebellion  and  puniihment .78.  punijh- 
ed  and  pardoned  ic6,  ic;.  travels  in  the  wil- 
der nefs   107. 

"jMgirknjt  and  mercy  9,  68, dny  1.  50,  96.  97, 

A  2 


9  INDEX. 

98,   149.  featofGod9. 
Juftice  of  providence  9,  and  truth  towards  mea  15. 
J  unification  free  32,   130. 


K 


NOWLEDGE  defired  19,  119,  9th  part. 

LAW  of  God,  delight  in  it  119. 
Liberality  rewarded  41,   112. 

Life  and  riches  their  vanity  49.  fhort  and  feeble 
89,  90,  144. 

Longing  after  God  6^  42. 

Lord's-day  pfalm  29,   118.  mornings,   19,  6$, 

Love  to  our  neighbours  15.  of  Chrift  to  finners  35.- 
of  God  better  than  life  63.  of  God  unchangea- 
ble 106,  82.  to  enemies  109,  35,  brotherly  133. 

Luxury  puniihed  78.  and  pardon  107. 

MAGISTRATES  warned  58,  82.  qualificati- 
ons ioi,  raifedand  depofed  j$. 

Majefty  of  God  68.  fee  God. 

Man,  his  vanity  as  mortal  39,  89,  90,-144.  do- 
minion over  creatures  8.  mortal  and  Chrift  eter- 
nal 102.  wonderful  formation  139. 

Marriage  myflical  45, 

Mafter  of  a  family  101. 

Melancholy  reproved  42.  and  hope  y^  removed 
126. 

Mercies  common  and  fpecial  68,  103.  fpiritualand 
temporal  103.  Innumerable  139.  Everlafting 
136.  Recorded  107.  and  truth  of  God  36,  103, 
89,  136.  ^ 

Merit  difclaimed  16. 

Midnight  thought  63,  139, 119,  5th  and  6th  parts. 

Miniflers  ordained  132. 

Miracles  in  the  wildernefs  1 1 4. 

Morning  pfalm  3,  141.  of  a  fabbath  5,  19,  63. 

Mortality  of  man  39,49,  90.  and  hope  89. 

NATION'S  fafety  is  the  church  4$.  profperity 
67 ,  144.  blefs'd  and  puniihed  107. 


I    N    D    E    X.  *<* 

National  deliverance  67,  75,  76,  124,  126.  defla- 
tions, thechurch's  fafety  and  triumph  in  them  46. 
Nature  of  man  139. 

OBEDIENCE  fincere32,  18, 139.  better  than 
facrifice  50. 
Old  age,  death  90.  and  refurrection  17,  89. 

PARDON,  holinefs  and  comfort  4.  of  backflid- 
ing    78.  and    direction    25.    and  repentance 

prayed  for  38.  and  confefiion  32.  of  original  and 

actual  fin  51. 
Patience  under  afflictions  39.  under  perfecutions 

37,  44.  in  darknefs  yy^  130,  131. 
Peace  and  holinefs  encouraged  34. 
Perfections  of  God  1  u ,   145,   147,  36. 
Perfecuted  faints  35,  44,  74,  80,  83. 
Perfecution  deliverance  from  it  7,  $$9  94.  courage 

in  it  119,   17th  part. 
Perfecutors  punifhed  7,  129,   149.  their  folly  14. 

complained  of  35,  44,  74,  &o,  83.  deliverance 

from  them  94,  9,   10. 
Perfeverence  138.  in  trials  119,  17th  part. 
Peftilence,  prefervation  in  it  91. 
Piety,  inftruction  therein  34. 
Pity  to  the  afflicted  41.  See  charity,  God. 
Pleading  without  repining  39,  123.  the  promifes 

119,  iothpart. 
Poor,  charity  to  them  15,  37,  41,   112. 
Portion  of  faints  and  finners  ii,   17,  37. 
Poverty  confefled  16. 
Practical  atheifm  14,  36. 
Praife  to  God  from  children  8.  for  creation  and 

providence  33,   104.  to  our  Creator  100.  from 

all  creatures  148.  for  eminent  deliverances  34, 

118.  general  86,   145,   150.  for  the  gofpel  98. 

for  health  reftored  30,   116.  for  hearing  prayer 

66,   102,  to  Jefus  Chrift  45.  from  all  nations 

117.  and   prayer,   public   6$.  afor  protection, 


it  I    N     D    E  'X. 

grace,  and  truth  57.  for  providence  ind  grace 

36- 
Prayer  heared  4,  34,  6$,  66.  in  time  of  war  20. 

and  hope  of  victory  24.  praife,  public  65.  and 

hope  27.  in  the  church's  diftrefs  80.  heard,  and 

Zion  reftored  102.  and  praife  for  deliverance  34. 

Preferving  grace  138. 

Prefervation  in  public  dangers  46,  91,  112,  dai- 
ly 121. 

Pride  and  atheifm  and  oppreflion  punifhed  10,   12, 

Priefthood  of  Chrift  5 1,   1 10. 

Princes  vain  62,   146. 

Profeflion  of  fincerity-  and  repentance,  &c.  119, 
3d  part.  •  139,  falfe  50. 

Promifes  and  threatnings  81,  pleaded  1 19,  10th 
part. 

Profperity  dangerous  $$,  73. 

Profperous  firmer s  curfed  37,  49,-  73. 

Protection,  truth,  and  grace  57.  by  day  and  night 
121. 

Providence,,  its  wifdom  and  equity  9..  and  creation 
33>  J355  »365  and  grace,  ^6,  147.  and  perfec- 
tions of  God  30".  its  myftery  unfolded  73.  re- 
corded yy,  78,  107,  in  air  earth  andfea  35,  6$> 
89,   104, -147. 

Pfalm  for  foldiers  18,  60,  for  old  age:  71,;  for 
hufbandmen  6$~,  for  a  funeral  89,  .90, -for  the 
Lord's  day  92.  before-  prayer  95.  before  fermon. 
ibid,  for  magiftrates  101.  for-houfeholders  101. 
for  mariners  107.  for  gluttons  and  drunkards 
107. 

Public  praife  for  private  mercies  1 16,  1 1 8,  for  de- 
liverance 1 24.  worfrrip'  attended  on  1  22. 

Punimment  of  finners  1,    n,   ij. 

"  UALIFICATIONS  of  a  Chriftian  1 5?  24. 
Quickening  grace  no,   i6th  part;    1 


INDEX.  12 

RAIN  from  heave;i  135,  6$>  147. 
Recovery  from  ficknefs  .6,  30,  1 16. 
Relative  duties .15,    133. 

Religion  and  juftice  15.  in  words  and  deeds  37. 
Religious  education  34,  78. 
Remembrance  of  former  deliverances  yy9  143. 
Repentance,  confeflion,  and  pardon  32,  and  faith 

in  the  blood  of  Chrifl  51. 
Reproach  removed  3.1,  37* 
Refignation  39,   123,   131. 
Refolutions,  holy  119.,    15th  part. 
Reftoring  grace  138,  23. 
Refurrecnon  and  death  of  Chrifl:  2,  16.  of  the  faints 

16,   17,  49,  71.  and  death  49,  71,  89. 
Reverence  in  worfhip  89,  99. 
Riches,  their  vanity  49.  compared  with  grace  144. 
Righteoufnefs  from  Chrifl  71. 

SACRIFICE  40,  51,  69.  incarnation  of  Chrifl: 
40.        f  ^ 

Safety  in  public  dangers  91*  in  God  61.  and  de- 
light in  the  church  27. 

Saints  happy,  and  fmners  curfed  li,   11,119,   1  fl 

.  part,  the  be/l  company  16.  characterized  15,  24. 
dwell  in  heaven  15,  24.  punifhed  and  faved  78, 
106.  God's  care  of  them  34.  reward  at  lafl  50, 
go,  92.  patience  and  world's  hatred  37.  chaf* 
tifed,  and  fmners  deftroyed  94.  die,  but  Chrifl 
lives  102. 

Salvation  of  faints  10,  and  triumph  18.  and  de- 
fence in  God  62.  byChriil69,   $$. 

Sanctified  afflictions  119,  lad  part,  94. 

Satan  fubdued  3,  6>   13. 

Scripture  compared  with  nature  19,  119,  7th 
part,  inflruclion  from  it  1 19,  4th  part,  delight 
in  it  119,  5th  and  1 8th  parts,  ho linefs  and  com- 
fort from  it  1 19,  6th  part,  variety  and  excel- 
lency 119,  8th  part. 


i3  I    N    D    E    X. 

Seafons  of  the  year  65,   147. 

Seaman's  fong  107. 

Secret  devotion  j  19,  2d  part,  34. 

Seeking  Cod  63,  27. 

Self-examination,  or  evidences  of  grace   26,  1 39, 

Separate  fouls,  heaven  of  17. 

Sickbed  devotron  6,  38,  39,   116. 

Sicknefs  healed  6,  30,  116. 

Signs  of  Chrift's  coming  12,  96,  &c. 

Sin  of  nature  14.  original  and. actual,  confefled  and 

pardon  51.  univerfal  14. 
Sincerity  19,  29,  32,   139.  proved  and  rewarded 

Sins  of  the  tongue  12,  34,  50. 

Slander,  deliverance  from  it  3 1 ,   120. 

Souls  in  a  feparate  ftate  17,   146,  150. 

Spirit  given  at  Chrift's  afcenfion  68.  his  teaching 

defired  119,  9th  part,  51. 
Spiritual  enemies  overcome  3,  18,    144.  bleilings 

and  punifhments  81. 
Spring  6$.  and  fummer  6$,  104.    and  winter  147* 
Strength,  repentance,  and  pardon,  prayed  for  38. 
Submiflion  123V  131.    to  Chrift  2.    to  ficknefs  39. 
Sufferings  and  death  of  Chrift  22.  and  kingdom  of 

Chrift  2,  22,  69,  no. 
Support  and  counfel  from  God  16.  for  the  afflicted 

and  tempted  55.  and  comfort  in  God  94,    119, 

14th  part. 

TEMPTATIONS  overcome  3,  18.  inficknefs.6. 
Thanks  public,   for  private  mercies  116,  118. 
Threatenings  and  promifes  81. 
Thunder  and  ftorm  39,  135,  136,  148. 
Times,  evil,  11,  12. 
Tongue  governed  34,  39. 
Truft  in  the  creatures  vain  62,   146. 

VANITY  of  man  as  mortal  39,  89,    144.   of 
life  and  riches  40. 


INDEX.  14 

Vengeance  and  companion  68,  againfl  the  enemies 

of  the  church  76,   149. 
Vineyard  of  God  wafted  80. 
Unbelief  and  envy  cured  37.  punifhed  95. 
Unchangeable  God  89,  in. 
Vows  paid  in  the  church   1x6.  of  holinefs   n  95 

15  th  part. 

WAR,  prayer  in  time  of  it  20.  difappointments 
therein  60.  victory  18,  fpiritual  18,   144* 
Warnings  of  God  to  his  people  8 1 . 
Watchfulnefs  19,  141,  over  the  tongue  39. 
Weather  65,   107,  135,  147,  148. 
Wickednefs  of  man  14,  36,  51. 
Winter  and  fummer  147. 
"\yifdom  and  equity  of  providence  9.  of  God  in 

his  works  in. 
Works  of  creation  and  providence  104,  147,  148. 

and  grace  19,  ^2^  lll>  135^  23^*  good  works 

profit  men,  not  God  16. 
World's  hatred  and  faints  patience,  37. 
Worfhip  and  order  of  the  gofpel  48.  delight  in  it 

84.  with  reverence  89,  99.  daily  $5,  134,  141. 

in  a  family  133.  public  6$>  84,   122,  132.  Ab- 

fence  from  it  63. 
Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment-fta.  9. 

ZEAL  and  prudence  39. 
Zion,  its  citizens  1 5, 


THE 

PSALMS  ofDAVID, 

Imitated   in    the  language   of  the 

NEW-TE   STAMEN   T. 


PSALM   I.     Common  Metre. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  the  zvicked. 

LESS'd  is  the  man  who  fhuns  the  place 
Where  Tinners  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 
And  hates  the  fcoffer's  feat. 

%  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  plac'd  his  chief  delight  ; 
By  day  he  reads  or.  hears  the  word, 

And  meditates  by  night. 

[3  He  like  a  plant  of  generous  kind 

By  living  waters  fct, 
Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blading  wind, 

Enjoys  a  peaceful  (late.  J 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  ever  fair, 
Shall  his  profeffion  mine  ; 

While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 
Like  clutters  on  the  vine. 

5  Notfo  th'  impious  and  unjuit : 
What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 

Their  .hopes  are  blown  away  like  duft, 
Or  chaff,  before  the  ftorm. 

B. 


16  PSALMS 

6  Sinners  in  judgment  fhall  not  (land 
Among  the  fons  of  grace, 

When  Chrift,  the  judge,  at  his  right  hand 
Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 

7  His  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread, 
His  heart  approves  it  well  ; 

But  crooked  ways  of  fmners  lead 
Down  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

PSALM    I:     Short  Metre. 

The  faint  happy,  thejinner  miferable* 
i  'TPHE  man  is  ever  blefs'd 

A     Who  fhuns  the  Tinner's  ways, 
Among  their  councils  never  (lands, 
Nor  take  the  fcorner's  place. 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 
His  ftudy  and  delight, 

Amid  ft  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fhall  thrive, 
With  waters  .near  the  root : 

Frefn  as  the  leaf  his  name  fhall  live* 
His  works  are  heav'nly  fruit. 

4  Not  fo  th*  ungodly  race, 
They  no  fuch  bleffings  find  : 

Their  hopes  fhall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 
Before  that  judgment-feat, 

Where  all  the  faints  at  Chrift's  right  hand 
In  full  affembly  meet  ? 

6  He  knows,  and  he  approves, 
The  way  the  righteous  go  \ 

But  fmners,  and  their  works,  fhall  meet 
A  tlreadiul  overthrow. 


PSALMS.  17 


PSALM     I.     Long  Metre. 
The  difference  between  the  righteous  and  the  wicked* 

1  T  TAPPY  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
jL  JL  Shun  the  broad  way  that  Tinners  go, 

Who  hates  the  place  where  Atheifls  meet, 
And  fears  to  talk  as  fcoffers  do. 

2  He  loves  t'employ  his  morning  light 
Amongfl  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord  : 

And  fpends  the  wakeful  nours  of  night 
With  pleafure,  pond'ring  o'er  the  word* 

3  He,  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams, 
Shall  flourifh  in  immortal  green  ; 

And  heav'n  will  mine  with  kindeft  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

^4  But  fmners  find  their  councils  crofs'd  ; 
H^s  chaffbefore  the  tempeft  flies, 
So  fhall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  lad  trumpet  makes  the  fkie&0 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  fland 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  race  : 

The  dreadful  judge,  with  flern  command, 
Divides  him  to  a  difPrent  place. 

6  u  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trode, 
"  I  blefs'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain, 

"  But  you  would  chufe  the  crooked  road  ; 
"  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs  pain." 

PSALM    II.    Short  Metre. 

Tranflated  according  to  the  divine  pattern* 

Ads  iv.  24,  EsV. 
Chrifl  dying,  rifing,  interceding,  and  reigning. 
[1  "^  /TAKER  and  fov'reign  Lord 

JlVA  Of  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  feas9 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word9 
And  anfvvers  thy  decrees. 


iS  PSALMS. 

2  The  things  fo  long  foretold 
By  David,  are  fulnll'd, 

When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
Jefus,  thine  holy  child. ]] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 
And  Jews  with  one  accord, 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 
Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  ? 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  defign  ; 

Againfl  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 
Againft  his  Chrifl:  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  will  fupport  his  throne  ; 

He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  fon. 

pause. 

6  Now  he's  afcendedhigh, 
To  rule,  the  fubjecr.  earth  ; 

The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 

And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 
j  Beneath  his  fov'reign  fway 

The  Gentile  nations  bend  : 
Far  as  the  world's  remotefl  bounds 

His  kingdom  fhall  extend. 
8  The  nations  that  rebel 

Mud  feel  his  iron  rod  ; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well 

Whii;h  he  receiv'd  from  God. 
[q  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  now, 

And  worfhip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembling  joy,  ye  people,  bow 

To  God's  exalted  Son. 
io  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 

Ye  perifh  on  the  place  : 
Th'en  bleiied  is  the  foul  that  flies 

For  refuge  to  his  grace. J 


■*9 


PSALM    S. 

P  S  A  L  M    II.     Common  Metre. 

1  "f  YTHY  did  the  nations  join  to  flay 

Vy      The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  cad  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpel  down  ? 

2  The  Lord,  that  fits  above  the  fkies, 
Derides  their  rage  below, 

He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  (hikes  their  fpirits  through. 

3  u  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

"  And  raife  him  from  the  dead  u 
4i  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 
"  And  wide  his  kingdom  fpread. 

4  "  A(k  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 
"  The  utmoft  heathen  lands  : 

"  Thy  rod  of  iron  (hall  deftroy 
"  The  rebel  that  withftands." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth. 
Obey  th'  anointed  Lord  ; 

Adore  the  king  of  heav'nly  birth5 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne  \ 
For  if  he  frown  ye  die  t 

Thofe  are  fecure,  and  thofe  alone., 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM    II.     Long  Metre. 
Chriji's  death,  refurreclion,  and  afcenfion, 

1  "*W  THY  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  ? 

VV     The  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ 
Againft  the  Lord  ?  their  powers  engage 
His  dear  anointed  to  deftroy  ? 

2  "  Come,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay  : 
u  This  man  (hall  never  give  us  laws  :" 

And  thus  they  caft  his  yoke  away, 
And  aaii'cLth'e  monarch  to  tie  crofs. 

B    2 


20  PSALMS. 

3  But  God,  who  high  in  glory  reigns, 
Laughs  at  their  pride,  their  rage  controuls  ; 

He'll  finite  their  heart  with  inward  pains, 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  fouls. 

4  c;  I  will  maintain  the  king  I  made 
*s  On  Ziprv*s  everlafting  hill, 

**  My  hand  fnall  bring  him  from  the  dead, 
Ci  And  he  (hall  Hand  your  Sovereign  £1111.^ 

£5  His  wond'rous  riling  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known ; 

The  Lord  declares  his  heav'nly  birth  : 
<c  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  u  AfcencL  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 
cc  There  thou  malt  afk  and  I  bellow 

"  The  utmoft  bounds  of  heathen  lands : 

"  To  thee  their  fuppliant  tribes  fhallbow."3 

7  But  nations  that  re-fift  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ;. 

His  arms  (halt  crufn  th5  impious  race 
That  dare  provoke  th'  avenging  God. 

p     a     u     s.     ev 

8  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  £ 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

9  With  humble  love  add refs  the  Son, 
Lell  he  grow  angry,  and  ye  die  ; 

His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown? 
Hfs  love  gives  life  above  the  fky. 

10  His  ftorms  mail  quell  the  ftubborn  foe;, 
And  fink  his  honours  in  the  dull ; 

Happy  the  fouls  their  God  that  know, 
And  make  his  grace  their  only  trui* 


PSALMS.  21 

PSALM    III.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears  fap preffed :  or,    God  oar  defence 
from  Jin  and  Satan* 

i  "T&  /|"Y  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  1 

JL  ▼  A  How  fail  my  foes  increase  ! 
Confpiring  my  eternal  death, 

They  break  my  prefent  peace. 

2  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 
There's  no  relief  in  Heav'n, 

And  all  my  growing  fins  appear 
Too  great  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory  and  my  ftrength, 
Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 

Shalt  filence  all  my  threatening  guilt. 

And  raife  my  drooping  head. 
[4  I  cry'd,  and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  lift'ning  ear  ; 
I  caird  My  Father,  and  my  God, 

And  he  fubdu'd  ray  fear. 

5  He  fried  foft  ft umbers  on  mine  eyes, 

In  fpite  of  all  my  foes  ; 
I  woke,  and  vvonder'd  at  the  grace 


That  guarded  my  reoofe.] 
W 


6  What  though  the  hoffs  of  Death  and  HeB| 
All  arm'd,  again  ft  me  Rood ; 

Terrors  no  more  (hall  (hake  my  foul, 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfill  thy  grace, 
While  I  thy  glory  ling  : 

My  God  bath  broke  the  ferpent's  teeth, 
And  death  hath  loft  his  ftinV. 

o 

8  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs. 
His  arm  a 'one  can  fave  : 

Bieffings  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  er-ve> 


82  PSALMS, 

PSALM  III.  ver.  i,  2,  3, 4,  5,  8.  Long  Metre. 
A  morning pf aim. 

1  f~\  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes 
\J    In  this  weak  ftate  of  flefh  and  blood? 

My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe  ; 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 

2  Tir'd  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry  ; 

Thou  heard'ft  when  I  began  to  pray ; 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid, 
I  laid  me  down,  and  flept  fecure ; 

Not  death  mould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  Ihould  wake  and  rife  no  more, 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  j 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  ; 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 

And'makeshis  praife  my  morning  fong. 

PSALM  IV.  ver.  1,2,3,4,5,6,7.  Long  Met." 

Hearing-  of -prayer  :  or,  God  our  portion,  and  Cbriji 
our  hope* 

1  /~Y  GOD  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs, 
vJ?    Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  ; 

Thou  haft  enlarg'd  me  in  diftrefs, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame  : 

How  long  will  fcoifers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  ali  the  tribes  of  men  befide  : 

He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  lake  of  Chriit  that  died. 


PSALMS.  23 

When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

"  Who  will  beftow  fome  earthly  good  ?M 
But,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray  : 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heavenly  food. 

6  Then  mail  my  cheerful  powers  rejoice 
At  grace  divine,  and  love  fo  great, 

Nor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  wealth  andboafted  ftate. 

PSALM    IV.    ver.  3,4,  5,  8.  Common  Metre. 

An  evening  ffaln, 
1  ]       ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  : 
1   j   I  am  forever  thine  ; 

1  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 

Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 
From  cares  and  bus'nefs  iree^ 

'Tis  fweet  converfing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  ev'ning  facrifice  ; 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 

Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone, 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace? 
I'll  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep  ; 

Thy  hand  in  fafety  keeps  my  day s, 
And  will  my  flumbers  keep. 

PSALM    V.    Common  Metre. 

For  the  Lord^s  day  morning. 
1  1       ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  malt  hear 

JL_J  My  voice  afcending  high  -y 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  pray'r, 

To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye, 


i 


*4  PSALMS. 

a  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrifl  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  faints, 
Prefenting  at  his  father's  throne 

Our  fongs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God,  before  whofe  fight 
The  wicked  fhail  not  ftand  : 

Sinners  fhall  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 
Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  houfe  will  I  refort, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 

I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteoufnefs  ! 

Make  every  path  of  duty  ftraight, 
And  place  before  my  face. 

p     a     u     s     e. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  a  ft  ray  ; 

They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign. 
To  make' my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  duft, 
And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 

While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  truft, 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfill'd  : 

The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  fhield. 

PSALM   VI.    Common  Metre. 

Complaint  inftcknefs  :  or,  Difeafes  healed. 
I  IN  anger,  Lord,  do  not  ehaftHe, 

JL  Withdraw  the  dreadful  florin, 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arife, 

Againft  a  feeble  worm. 


PSALMS.  25 

2  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 
My  flefh  with  pain  opprefs'd, 

My  couch  is  witnefsto  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days  : 
I  wade  the  night  with  cries, 

And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 

4  Shall  I  be  (till  tormented  more  ? 
My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief? 

How  long,  my  God,  how  long,  before 
Thine  hand  affords  relief  ? 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak, 
He  pities  all  our  groans, 

He  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

6  The  virtue  of  his  fov'reign  word 
Reftores  our  fainting  breath  ; 

For  filent.  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

PSALM    VI.    Long  Metre. 

Temptations  injicknefs  overcome. 

1  ^       ORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

ft  j  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doit  chaftife  j 

But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
G  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  1 

3  Pity  my  languifhing  eft  ate, 

And  eafe  the  forrows  that  I  fee!  : 
The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath  made, 

O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal ! 

3  See  how  in  ilghs  I  pafs  my  days, 
And  waile  in  groans  the  weary  night : 

My  bec\  is  water'd  with  my  tears  : 

My  grief  confumes  and  dims  my  fight 


Q.6  PSALM     S. 

4  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 
How  long,  almighty  God,  how  long, 

When  fhall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  fhall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong  ? 

5  I  feel  my  flefh  fo  near  the  grave, 

My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  ; 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 
For  all  is  dud  and  filence  there. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters,  from  my  foul, 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart ; 

My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  flefh,  and  cheer  my  heart. 
PSALM    VII.    Common  Metre. 
God's  care  of  bis  people,  and  punijh merit  of  pe rf ecu- 
tors. 
i  "T^  IW  Y  trud  is  in  my  heav'nly  friend, 

jlf  JL   My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  : 
Rife,  and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
From  thole  that  feek  my  blood. 

i  With  infolence  and  fury  they 

My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 

When  no  deliv'rer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  firft, 
Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 

Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dud, 
And  lay  my  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 
I  know  thy  piercing  eyes ; 

I  fhould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife.  » 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand/ 
Their  pride  and  power  controul; 

Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Dtliv'rance  for  my  foul. 


i 


PSALMS.  27 

PAUSE. 

£6  Let  finners,  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  dufl ; 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 

To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 
He  will  defend  th'  upright ; 

His  fharpeft  arrows  he -ordains 
Againft  the  fons  of  fpight. 

8  Though  leagu'd  in  guile,  their  malice  fpread 
A  fnare  before  my  way, 

Tneir  mifchiefs  on  their  impious  head 
His  vengeance  mall  repay.] 

9  That  cruel  perfecuring  race 
Mull  feel  his  dreadful  fword  :   . 

Awake,  my  foul,  and  praife  the  grace 
And  juftice  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM    VIII.     Short  Metre. 

God9 sovereignty  and  goodnefs,  and  mans  dominion 
over  the  creatures, 

1  £~\  LORD,  our  heav'nly  king, 
\^Jr      Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 
I  raife  my  wondering  eyes, 

And  fee  the  moon,  complete  in  light, 
Adorn  the  darkfome  ikies  \ 

3  When  I  furvey  the  ftars, 
And  all  their  mining  forms, 

Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing, 
A-kin  to  duff  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 
That  thou' mould  love  him  fo  ? 

Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  plac'd, 
And  lord  of  all  below, 

C 


28  PSALMS. 

5  Thine  honours  crown  his  head, 
While  beafts,  like  flaves,  obey, 

And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wings, 
And  fifh  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

v     And  wond'rous  are  thy  ways  : 
Of  dud  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame, 
A  monument  of  praife. 

\jj  From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 

And  fucklings  thou  canft  draw 
Surprifmg  honors  to  thy  name, 

And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  king, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  : 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread, 

And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  mine.] 

PSALM    VIII.     Common  Metre. 
Chrifi's   condefcenfion  ■  and  glorification  ;    or,    God 

made  man. 
i  £~\  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great, 

\_S     Is  thine  exalted  name  ? 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  flate 

Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  I  behold  thy  works  on  high, 
The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  mining  flars  that.grace  the  iky, 
Thofe  moving  worlds  of  light. 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 
Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 

That  thou  fhouldft  vifit  him  with  grace, 
And  love  his  nature  fo  ? 

4  That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 
To  take  a  mortal  form, 

Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm. 


PSALMS.  29 

[5  Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 

And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own 

His  godhead  and  his  pow'r. 

6  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet, 
And  nfh,  at  his  command, 

Bring  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net, 
Bring  tribute  to  his  hand. 

7  Thefe  leffer  glories  of  the  Son 
Shone  through  the  flefhy  cloud  ; 

Now  we  behold  him  on  his  throne, 
And  men  confefs  him  God.] 

8  Let  him  with  majefty  be  crown'd, 
Who  bow'd  his  head  to  death  ; 

And  his  eternal  honors  found,    • 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 
Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 

The  glories  ©f  thy  heav'nly  flate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

PSALM  VIII.  ver.  1,2.  paraphrafed, 
Firfl  part.    Long  Metre. 

The  hofanna  of  the  children  ;  or,  Infants  praifing 

God. 

1  A   LMIGHTY  ruler  of  the  ikies, 

JTjl  Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 

O'er  all  the  heav'ns  thy  hands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 
Their  founding  notes  of  honour  raife; 

And  babes  with  uninflrucled "tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  power  aflifts  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  (till  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 


30.  PSALM     S. 

4  Children  amidfl  thy  temple  throng 
To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  \ 

The  Son  of  David  is  their  fong, 
And  loud  hofannas  fill  the  place. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefts 
In  vain  their  impious  cavils  bring  ; 

Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breafts, 

While  Jewifh  babes  proclaim  their  king. 
PSALM  VIII.  ver.  3,  &rV.  paraphrafed. 
Second  Part.     Long  Metre. 

Adam  and  Chr'ift,  lords  of  the  old  and  new  creation. 

1  T     ORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft, 

I   j      Adam,  the  offspring  of  the  duft, 
That  thou  fhould'ft  fet  him  and  his  race 
But  j uft  below  an  angel's  place  ? 

2  That  thou  fhould'fl  raife  his  nature  fo, 
And  make  him  lord  of  all  below, 

Make  every  bead  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  rimes  at  his  feet. 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  (late  ! 

What  honors  mail  thy  fon  adorn. 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  , 
Behold  him  number'd  with  the  dead, 

To  fave  a  ruin'd  world  from  fin  : 
But  he  (hall  reign  with  pow'r  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  all 
The  mJs'ries  that  attend  the  fall, 

New-made  and  glorious,  (hall  fubmit 

At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM    IX.     Firft  Part.  Common  Metre. 

Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  judgment -feat. 

1  ""CITTTTH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fong, 

W     Thy  wonders  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou  fov'reign  judge  of  right  and  wrong 

Will  put  thy  foes  to  fliame.  t 


PSALMS.  31 

2  I'll  fmg  thy  majefty  and  grace  ; 
My  God  prepares  his  throne 

To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known, 

3  Then  mall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 
For  all  the  poor  opprefs'd  ; 

To  fave  the  people  of  his  love, 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  fruft 
In  thy  abundant  grace  ; 

For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft,. 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 
Who  dwells  pn  Zion's  hill, 

Who  executes  his  threatening  word, 

Whofe  work  his  grace  fulfil. 
PSALM   IX.    ver.  12.  Second  Part.    Common 
Metre. 
The  wifdom  and  equity  of  Providence. 

1  TT7HEN  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft, 

VV     Shall  once  inquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  dud 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raife  ; 

In  Zion's  gates,  with  cheerful  breath, 
They  fmg  their  father's  praife. 

3  His  roes  (hall  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet, 
Into  the  pit  they  made  ; 

And  iinners  periih  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgment,  mighty  G 

:  thy  deep  counfels  known  ; 
When  men  of  mifchief  aj  oy'd 

In  ihares  that  were  their  own, 
C  2 


3^  PSALMS. 

P       A       U       S       E. 

5  The  wicked  mall  fink  down  to  hell  ? 
Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands, 

That  dare  forget  thee,  or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands. 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought, 
And  wait  and  long  complain, 

Their  cries  mall  never  be  forgot, 
Nor  mall  their  hopes  be  vain. 

[7  Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thy  feat, 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor  ; 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet, 

And  man  prevail  no  more. 

8  Thy  thunder  mall  affright  the  proud, 

And  put  their  heart  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 

And  they  but  feeble  men.] 

PSALM    X.     Common  Metre. 

Prayer  heard  and  faints  faved  ;  or,  Pride,  atheifm* 
and  opprejjlon  punijhed. 

For  a  humiliation  day. 

1  "\T|7rHY  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far, 

VV     And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  ? 

2  Lord,  (hall  the  wicked  frill  deride 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  laws  ? 

Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  flight  the  righteous  caufe. 

3  They  cad  thy  judgments  from  their  fight, 
And  then  intuit  the  poor  ; 

They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhall  fall  no  more* 


PSALMS.  33 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 
Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 

No  enemy  mall  dare  to  ftand 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 

pause. 

5  Why  do  the  meivof  malice  rage, 
And  fay  with  foolifh  pride, 

"  The  God  of  Heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
"  To  fight  on  Zion's  fide/' 

6  But  thou  for  ever  art  our  Lord, 
And  pow'rful  is  thine  hand, 

As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  fword, 
And  perinYd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 
And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear  ; 

Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
And  free  thy  faints  from  fear. 

8  Proud  tyrants  lhall  no  more  opprefs, 
No  more  defpife  the  juft  ; 

And  mighty  fmners  mall  confefs 
They  are  but  earth  and  duff,. 

PSALM     XL     Long  Metre. 

God  loves  the  righteous  and  hates  the  wicked. 

1  T\/i"Y  refuge  is  the  God  of  love, 
iV JL  Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 

"  Fly  like  a  timorous  trembling  dove, 
"  To  diftant  woods  and  mountains  fly. 

2  If  government  be  once  deftroy'd, 
(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace) 

And  violence  make  juftice  void, 

Where  mail  the  righteous  feek  redrefs. 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'n  has  fix'd  his  throne, 
His  eyes  furveys  the  world  below ; 

To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known, 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 


34  PSALMS. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far, 
To  prove  their  love,  and  try  their  grace, 

What  may  the  bold  tranfgrefibrs  fear  ? 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  mall  rain 
Sulphureous  flames  of  wafting  death, 

Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 
"Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  iincere, 

And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM     XII.     Long  Metre. 

The  fainfs  fafety  and  hope,  in  evil  times  :  or,  Sins 
of  the  tongue  complained  of,  viz.  blafphemy,falf- 
hood,  &c. 

ALMIGHTY  God,  appear  and  fave  ! 
For  vice  and  vanity  prevail : 
The  godly  perifh  in  the  grave, 
The  juft  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crouds  are  met, 
Is  fill'd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  j 

Their  lips  are  flattery  and  deceit, 

And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound, 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long ; 

The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flattering  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

4  "  Yet  fliall  our  words  be  free,  they  cry  ; 
"  Our  tongues  mall  be  controuFd  by  none  ; 

"  Where  is  the  Lord  will  alk  us  why  ! 
u  Or  fay  our  lips  are  not  our  own." 

5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  poor  opprefsM, 
And  hears  th'  oppreflbr's  haughty  drain, 

Will  rife  to  give  his  children  red, 
Nor  {hull  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 


PSALMS.  35 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  though  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  fhall  Mill  appear  ; 

Not  filver,  fev'n  times  purify'd 

From  drofs  and  mixture,  mine  fo  clear. 

7  Thy  grace  (hall  in  the  darken:  hour 
Defend  from  danger  and  furprife  ; 

Though,  when  the  vileft  men  have  power, 
On  every  fide  oppreffors  rife. 

PSALM     XII.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  a  general  corruption  of  manners  ;  or, 
The  promt fe  andfigns  of  Chri/Fs  coming  to  judg- 
ment, 

i  ¥  TELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail, 

J_  jL   Religion  lofes  ground  \ 
The  fons  of  violence  prevail, 

And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, 
Yet  act  the  flatt'fer's  part ; 

With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 

3  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 
They  fcorn  our  faithful  word  ; 

cc  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,  they  cry, 
?*  And  who  mall  be  our  Lord  ?" 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  ev'ry  fide, 
Where  a  vile  race  of  men 

Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride. 
And  bears  the  fword  in  vain, 

PAUSE. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 
And  blafphemy  grows  bold, 

When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found, 
And  love  is  waxen  cold  \ 


36  PSALMS. 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haft'ning  on  ? 
Haft  not  thou  given  the  figu  ? 

May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  fo  divine  ? 

7  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
"  And  make  the  oppreifors  flee  j 

"  I  fhall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
•  "  And  fet  my  fervants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd, 
Through  ages  fhall  endure  ; 

The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fure. 

PSALM  XIII.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  under  the  temptations  of  the  devil, 

i  ITOW  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  ? 

MljL  My  God,  how  long^delay  ? 
When  fhall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 

That  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  Long  mall  my  poor  lab'ring  foul 
Wreflle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 

Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 
All  his  malicious  arts  ; 

He  fpreads  a  mid  around  mine  eyes 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fhield, 
My  foul  in  fafety  keep  ; 

M  ke  hade,  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'd 
In  death's  eternal  fleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud 
Should  I  become  his  prey ! 

Behold  the'fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  fee  thy  long  delay. 


P    S     A-    L    M     S.  37 

6  But  they  fhall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 
And  Satan  hide  his  head  ; 

i  He  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  look, 
And  hears  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov 'reign  grace, 
Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring  : 

1  fhall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 

And  thy  falvation  fing. 

PSALM  XIV.  Firfl  part.     Common  Metre. 
By  nature  all  men  are /inner  s. 

i  TT'OOLS,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  fay, 

X?     "  That  all  religion's  vain, 
4t  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  high, 

u  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane, 
Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds ; 

And  in  the  impeous  hands  are  found, 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord,  from  his  celefiial  throne, 
Look'd  down  on  things  below,  j 

To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace. 
Or  did  his  juftice  know.  " 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aflray, 
Their  practice  all  the  fame  ; 

There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit, 
Their  flanders  never  ceafe  ; 

How  fwift  to  mifchief  are  their  feet  ! 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

5  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  ev'ry  heart  are  found  ; 
NTor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 

Mill  grace  refine' the  ground. 


3&  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XIV.  Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

The  folly  of perfecutors . 

i      A   RE  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 

Xjl  That  they  the  faints  devour  ? 
And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne, 

Nor  fear  thy  awful  pow'r. 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furprifc 
Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ; 

L  et  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Nor  turn  our  hop°  to  fhame.. 

3  Dofl  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 
And  yet  our  foes  deride, 

That  we  fhould  make  thy  name  our  truft, 
Great  God,  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come 
To  finifh  our  uiilrefs ! 

When  God  mall  bring  his  children  home 
Our  fongs  fhall  never  ceafe. 

PSALM     XV.     Common  Metre. 

Guar afters  of  a  faint,  or  a  citizen  of  Zion  ;  or>  Tbt 
qualification^  of  a  Chriflian, 

HO  (hall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
OGodofholinefs? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

2  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 
And  works  with  righteous  hands  ; 

That  trufts  his  Maker's  promis'd  grace, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 
Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  : 

Will  fcarce  believe  an  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 


■w 


PSALMS.  39 

4  The  wealthy  (inner  he  contemns, 
Love  all  that  fear  the  Lord  ; 

And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 
And  never  wrong  the  poor  ; 

This  man  fhall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heav'n  fecure. 

PSALM     XV.     Long  Metre. 

Religion  and  jujlice,  goodnefs  and  truth  ;  or,  duties 

to  God  and  man;    or,    The   qualifications  of  a 

Chrijiian. 
i  TI7HO  mail  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

V V    Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 

And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 
2  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean  ; 

Whofe  lips  flill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  ; 
No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  : 

He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 
[3  Scarce  will  he  trufl  an  ill  report, 

Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt  : 
Sinners  of  (late  he  can  defpife, 

But  faints  arehonour'd  in  his  eyes.  ] 
£4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  ftoodj 

And  always  maks  his  promife  good : 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thing  he  fwears 

Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bears.] 
[5  He  never  deals  inbribing-gold  ; 
*  And  mourns  that  juflice  mould  be  fold  : 
While  others  fconi  and  wrong  the  poor, 

Sweet  Charity  attends  his  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 
For  thofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  ; 

And  doth. to  ail  men  (till  the  Tame,  • 

That  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from 
D  2 


40  PSALMS. 

7  Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done, 

His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  fhall  fee, 

And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 

P  S  A  L  M  XVI.  Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

ConfeJJion  of  our  poverty,  arid  faints  the  befl  compa- 
ny ;  or,  Good  works  profit  men,  not  God. 

i  TQRESERVEme,  Lord,  in  time  of  need, 
J|_      For  fuccour  to  thy  throne   I  flee, 

But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  ; 
My  goodnefs  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

1  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confefs'd 

How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  : 
My  praife  can  never  make  thee  blefs'd, 

Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,  thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  ; 

Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 

Thefe  are  the  choked  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  chufe  the  fons  of  mirth 
To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine, 

I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 

Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine. 

PSALM     XVI.  /  Second  part.     Long  Metre, 

ChrifVs  all-fufficiency. 

i  T  TOW  fait  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife. 

JtjL   Who  hade  to  leek  fome  idol-god ! 
I  will  not  tade  their  facrifice, 

Their  ofFrings  of  forbidden  blood. 

1  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 

And  nobler  food  to  live  upon  -y 
He,  for  my  life,  has  o'ffer'd  up 

Jefus  his  beft-beloved  Son. 


PSALM     S.  41- 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feafl:  ; 

By  day  his  counfels  guide  me  right : 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  blefs'd 

Who  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  flill  before  mine  eyes  ; 

At  my  right  hand  he  (lands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  furprife, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

PSALM     XVI.     Third  part.     Long  Metre. 

Courage  in  death,  and  hope  of  the  refurreclion. 

1  V\  7 HEN  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong, 

Y  V    His  arm  is  my  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad,  my  heart,  rejoice,  my  tongue, 
My  dying  flefh  (hall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  the  dull  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  v/ilt  not  leave 

My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flefh  fhall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  off  the  duft,  and  rife  on  high ; 

Then  fhalt  thou  lead  the  wond'rous  way 
Up  to  the  throne  above  the  iky. 

4  There  flreams  of  endlefs  pleafures  flow  ; 
And  full  difcoveries  of  thy  grace 

(Which  we  but  tailed  here  below) 

Spread  heav'nly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

P  S  AL  M  XVI.  ver.  1.— 3.  Firft  part.  Com.  Met. 

Support  and  counfel from  God  without  merit \ 

1  O  AVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  \ 

\J  In  thee  my  trufl  I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace  \ 


42  PSALMS.. 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 
The  faints  may  itill  rejoice, 

The  faints  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  people  of  my  choice. 

3  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 
And  worfnip  wood  or  (tone; 

But  my  delightful  lot  is  can: 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 

4  Hishands  provide  my  conftant  food, 
lie  fills  my  daily  cup  ; 

Much  am  I  pleas'd  with  prefent  good. 
But  more  rejoice  in  hope. 

5  God  is  my  portion  and  my  joy  ; 
Hisxounfels  are  my  light  : 

He  gives  me  fweet  advice  by  day, 
And  gentle  hints  by  night. 

6  My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 
To  his  all-feeing  eye  ; 

J^ot  death  nor  hell  my  hope  mall  move 
While  fuch  a  friend  is  nigh. 

PSALM  XVI.     Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  death  and  refarrecllon  of  Chrift* 

i  cc   T  SET  the  Lord  before  my  face, 

J_  "  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
"  My  heart,  my  tongue,  their  joys  exprefs, 
"  My  Mem  fhall  reft  in  hope. 

i  "  My  fpirit,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 

cc  Where  fouls  departed  are  ; 
*c  Nor  quit  my  body  to  the  grave 

"  To  fee  corruption  there. 

3  "  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path  of  life, 

"  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne ; 
"  Thy  courts  immortal  pleafure  give, 

"  Thy  prefence  joys  unknown. 


PSALMS.  43 

[4  Thus  in  the  name  of  Chrift  the  Lord, 

The  holy  David  fung, 
And  providence  fulfils  the  word 

Of  his  prophetic  tongue. 

5  Jefus,  whom  every  faint  adores, 
Was  crucify'd  and  flain  ; 

Behold  the  tomb  its  prey  reftores, 
Behold  he  lives  again. 

6  When  mall  my  feet  arife  and  (land 
On  heav'n's  eternal  hills  ? 

There  fits  the  Son  at  God's  right  hand, 
And  there  the  Father  fmiles.] 

PSALM     XVII.     ver.   13,  &c.    Short  Metre. 

Portion  of  faints  andfinners  ;  or,  Hope  and  defpair 
in  death, 

1  A    RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
jTjL  And  make  the  wicked  flee  5 

They  are  but  thy  chaftifing  rod 
To  drive  thy  faints  to  thee. 

2  Behold  the  fmner  dies, 

His  haughty  words  are  vain  ; 
Here  in  this  life  his  pleafure  lies, 
And  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Then  let  his  pride  advance, , 
And  boaft  of  all  his  (tore  ; 

The  Lord  h  my  inheritance,, 
My  foul  can  wim  no  more. 

4  I  fhall  behold  the  face 
Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 

And  (land  complete  in  righteoufne% 
Wafh'd  in  my  Saviour's  blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heav'n  begun 
When  I  awake  from  death, 

Dreft  in  the  likenefs  of  thy  Son, 
And  draw  immortal  breath, 
D  2 


44  PSALMS. 

PSALM     XVII.     Long  Metre. 

T he finner9s  portion  and  faint's  hope;  or,  The  heaven 
of  fepar  ate  fouls  ^  and  the  refurreclion* 

i  T     ORD,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove 
JLj  My  faith,  my  patience  and  my  love  j 
When  men  of  fpite  againft  me  join, 
They  are  the  fword,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happinefs  they  know, 

'Tis  all  they  feek  ;  they  take  their  mares  j 
And  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  finners  folue,  I  refign •, 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 

I  (hall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  (land  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  mow  : 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  fin  cere  ; 
When  mail  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !  O  bled  abode  ! 
I  lhall  be  near,  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flefh  and  fin  no  more  controul 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

JMy  flefh  mall  (lumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  lafi  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
'i  hen  burft  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM     XVIII.     ver.   1—9,     15—18. 
Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  defpair  ;  or,  Temptation  overcome* 
1  npHEE  will  1  love,  OLordmyftrength, 

J^     My  rock,  my  tower,  my  high  defence  \ 
Thy  mighty  arm  mall  be  my  truft, 
lor  I  have  found  falvation  thence. 


PSALMS.  45 

2  Death  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave 
Stood  round  me  with  their  difmai  fhade, 

While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  faw  the  opening  gates  of  hell 
With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 

(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
While  I  was  hurry'd  to  defpair. 

4  In  my  diftrefs  I  calPd  my  God 

When  I  could  fcarce  believe  him  mine  mf 
He  bow'd  his  ear  to  my  complaint  ; 

And  prov'd  his  faving  grace  divine. 
[5  With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 

As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
Awful,  and  bright  as  light'ning  (hone 

The  face  of  my  deliverer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke, 
The  blaft  of  his  almighty  breath  : 

He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great. were  my  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 
Much  was  their  ftrength,  and  more  their  rage  j 

But  Chrift  my  Lord,  is  conqu'ror  ftill 
In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever  mall  record 
That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour  ; 

And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

PSALM    XVIII.     ver.  20,  26.     Long  Metre. 
Second  part. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 
1  "       ORD  thou  haft  feen  my  foul  fmcere, 
I   j  Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear  ; 
Before  mine  eyes  1  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 


46  PSALMS. 

i  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my,  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
Thy  love  reclaim'd  my  wandering  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  breaft ! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
I  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  me  (till, 
That  works  and  drives  againft  my  will ; 
When  fhall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  power 
Deftroy  it,  that  it  rife  no  more. 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fouls  (hall  find 
A  God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  men  that  love  revenge  (hall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 
The  juft  and  pure  mail  ever  fay, 
Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they. 

PSALM  XVIII.     ver.  30,31,  34,  35, 46,  £sfr| 
lhird  part.     Long  Metre. 

Rejoicing  in  God  ;  or,  Salvation  and  triumph, 

1  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 
J    Great  Rock  of  my  fecure  abode  : 

Who  is  a  God  befide  the  Lord  ? 

Gr  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  ? 

2  Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 
Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 

And  while  with  fin  and  death  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  fhield. 

3  "He  lives,  and  bleffings  crown  his  reign> 

The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 
The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain  ; 

While  heavenly  peace  my  Father  gives* 


PSALMS.  4j 

4  Before  the  fcoffers  of  the  age, 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach,  and  bear  the  fhame. 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 
Thy  grace  forever  fliall  extend  ; 

Thy  love  to  faints  in  Chrift  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

PSALM   XVIII.     FirftPart.    Common  Metre, 

Viclory  and  triumph  over  temporal  enemies* 

i  V\7E  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore, 

W    Now  is  thine  arm  reveal'd  ; 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  our  heav'nly  tow'r3 

Our  bulwark,  and  our  fhield. 

a,  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  fure  defence  ; 
His  holy  name,  our  lips  invoke, 

And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  mines  in  arms? 
What  mortal  heart  caabear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 
The  lightening  of  his  fpear  ?     n 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 
And  angels  in  array, 

In  millions,  wait  to"  know  his  mind, 
And,  fwift  as  flames,  obey. 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 
Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  : 

His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  our  gen'rals  for  the  field, 
With  all  their  dreadful  fkill  ; 

Gfves  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield. 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 


4.8  PSALMS. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  blefs'd. 

For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft 

Shall  of  his  care  partake. 

PSALM  XVIII.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  conqueror' sfong, 
j  r-|-^Q  t]lme  almighty  arm  we  owe 

JL     The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 

Thy  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 

And  melt  their  ftrength  away.  - 

2  *Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 
And  break  united  pow'rs  ; 

Or  burn  their  boafted  fleets,  or  fcale 
The  proudeft  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field. 
And  trod  them  to  the  ground, 

While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhield, 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  cry, 
And  perifli  in  their  blood  : 

Where  is  a  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  pow'rful,  as  our  God. 

5  The  God  of  Ifrael  ever  lives, 
His  name  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 

'Tis  his  own  arm  the  vicYry  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM   XIX.  Firft  Part.  Short  Metre. 

The  book  of  nature  and  Scripture. 

For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 

i   T>  EHOLD  the  lofty  Iky 

j[3  Declares  its  maker  God, 
And  ail  his  ftarry  works  on  hig|t 

Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. 


PSALMS.  49 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 
Still  keep  their  courfe  the  fame  : 

While  night  to  day,  and  day  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  difPrent  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice- is  known  ; 
They  mow  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Chriftian  lands  rejoice : 
Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 

We  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  ftatutes  and  commands 
Are  fet  before  our  eyes 

He  puts  his  Gofpel  in  our  hands, 
Where  our  falvatlon  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 
His  truth  without  deceit, 

His  promifes  forever  fure, 

And  his.  rewards  are  great. 
"7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 

Affords  fo  much  delight ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'd 

So  much  allures  the  fight. 
8  While  of  thy  works  I  fing, 

1  hy  glory  to  proclaim, 
♦Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  my  King, 

In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM  XIX.     Second  part.     Short  Metre. 

God's  word  moft  excellent ;  or,  Sincerity  and  watch- 
fulnefs. 
For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 
1  "OEHOLD  the  morning  fun 
JLj  Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run. 
And  life  and  light  convey. 


50  PSALM    S. 

2  But  where  the  gofpel  comes, 
It  fpreads  diviner  light, 

It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 
And  all  thy  judgments  juft  ; 

For  ever  fure  thy  promife,  Lord, 
And  men  fecurely  truft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  p'aiix 
Are  thy  directions  giv'n  ? 

O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heav'n  ! 

PAUSE. 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 
And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  left  I  dray. 

6  O  who  can  ever  find 
The  errors  of  his  ways  ? 

Yet,  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mindy 
I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs. 

7  Warn  me  of  ev'ry  fin, 
Forgive  my  ferret  faults, 

And  cleanfe  this  guilty  foul  of  mine, 
Whole  crimes  exceed  my  thoughts. 

8  While,  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 
•     I  fpread  thy  praife  abroad  ; 

Accept  the  worfhip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

P  S  A  LvM     XIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  books  of  nature  and  fcripture  compared  ;    or, 

The  glory  andfucccfs  of  the  go/pel. 
i  HHHE  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord, 

JL     In  every  (tar  thy  gcodnefs  fhines  \ 
But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 
We  read  thy  name  m  fairer  lines. 


P    S    A    L    M  <J5.  $i 

1  The  rolling  fun,  the  changing  light, 
And  nights  and  days  thy  power  confefs  ; 

But  the  bled  volume  thou  hail  writ, 
Reveals  thy  juflice  and  thy  grace, 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  ftars  convey  thy  praife 
R&und  the  whole  earth,  and  never  (land  ; 

So  when  thy  truth  began  it's  race, 
It  touch'd  and  glanc'd  on  every  land. 

4  Nor  mall  thy  fpreading  gofpel  red 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  j 
Till  Chrift  has  all  the  nations  bled, 
That  fee  the  light  or  feel  the  fun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  righteou  fnefs,  arife, 
Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light ; 

Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments  right. 

6  Thy  nobled  wonders  here  we  view, 
In  fouls  renew'd  and  fins  forgiv'n, 

Lord,  jcleanfe  my  fins,  my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 

|  PSALM  XIX.    To  the  tune  of  the.i  13  th  Pfalra. ' 

The  book  of  nature  amd  Jcripture \ 

1  f^i  RE  AT  God,  the  heav'ns  well  order'd  fratn 
\j^"Declare  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine, 

A  thoufand  darry  beauties  there, 

A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 
Of  boundlefs  pow'r,  and  {kill  divine* 

From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  nightf 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  of  heav'nly  wifdorn  read  j 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 

And  neither  foimd  nor  language  need. 
E 


52  PSALMS. 

3  Yet  their  divine  infer  uctions  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'ry  nation  knows  their  voice. 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  dreft, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice. 

4  Where'er  he  fpreads  his  beams  abroad, 
He  fmiles  and  fpeaks  his  maker  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  fhew  thy  praife  : 
Thus  God  in  ev'ry  creature  mines  j 
Fair  is  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

Eut  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 

To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreft  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  feet  to  ft  ray, 

Thy  promife  leads  my  heart  to  reiL 

6  From  the  difcoveries  of  thj  law 
The  perfect  rules  of  lite  I  draw  : 

Thefe  n*e  my  ftudy  and  delight ; 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  tafte, 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pad, 

Appears  fo  pleafmg  to  the  fight. 

7  Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  ilumbering  eyes. 
And  warn  me  where  my  danger  lies  j 

But  'tis  thy  blefifed  gofpel,  Lord, 
That  makes  my  guilty  confcience  clean, 
Converts  my  foul,  fubdues  my  fin,. 

And  gives  a  free,  but  large  reward. 

8  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts  ! 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefumptuous  fins  reftrain  j 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
That  I  have  read  thy  book  of  grace, 

And  book  of  nature,  not  in  vain. 


PSALMS.  53 

PSALM  XX.     Long  Metre. 

Prayer,  and  hope  of  viclory. 

For  a  day  of  prayer  in  time  of  war. 

i  "\TOW  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace 
J^    Attend  his  people's  humble  cry  ! 

Jehovah  hears  when  Ifrael  prays, 

And  brings  deliv'rance  from  on  high. 

2  The  name  of  Jacob's  God  defends, 
When  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  walls  9 

He  from  his  fanctuary  fends 

Succour  wd  itrength  when  Zion  calls. 

j   Well  he  remembers  all  our  fighs, 

His  love  exceeds  our  bed  deferts  ; 
His  love  accepts  thefacrifice 

Of  humble  groans  and  broken  hearts- 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 
And  in  the  name  of  IfraTs  God 

Our  troops  mail  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad* 

5  Some  truft  in  horfes  train'd  for  war. 
And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boafts  ^ 

Our  fureft  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hails. 

£6  O  may  the  memory  of  thy  name 

Infpire  our  armiee  for  the  fight ! 
Our  foes  mall  fall  and  die  with  fhame, 

Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight,  j 

j  Now  fave  us,  Lord,  from  flavifh  fear. 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  firm  and  ftrong, 

'Till  thy  falvation  fhall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 


54  PSALMS, 

PSALM     XXL     Common  Metre. 

National  blej/lngs  acknowledged. 

i  TN  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praife, 
j[   Our  favoured  realms  rejoice  ; 

And,  blefs'd  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
To  heav'n  their  cheerful  voice, 

2  Thy  fure  defence,  through  nations  round, 
Hath  fpread  our  rifing  name, 

And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 
With  freedom  and  with  fame. 

3  In  deep  diflrefs  our  injured  land 
Implor'd  thy  power  to  fave  ; 

For  life,  we  pray'd  ;  thy  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blefling  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Pow'r, 
Oppos'd  their  daily  aim, 

In  mercy  fwept  them  from  our  more. 
And  fpread  their  fails  with  fhame. 

5  On  thee  in  woe  and  pain, 
Our  hearts  alone  rely  ; 

Our  rights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

6  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  pew'r  declare, 
And  Hill  exalt  thy  fame  : 

While  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

PSALM  XXL    yen   i, — g.    Long  Metre, 

Chriji  exalted  to  the  kingdom* 

DAVID  rejoie'd  in  God  his  ftrength, 
Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  grace, 
B:it  Chrift  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
~  tlfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 


PSALMS.  $$ 

2  How  great  the  bled  Mefiiah's  joy, 
In  the  falvation  of  thy  hand  ! 

Lord  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  high, 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  grants  whate'er  he  Will, 
Nor  doth  the  lead  reqtteft  withhold  j 

Bledings  of  love  prevent  him  (till, 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  gold.  * 

4  Honour  andmajefty  divine, 
Around  his  facred  temples  mine  ; 

Blefs'd  with  the  favour  of  thy  face, 
And  length  of  everlafting  days, 

5  Thine  hand  (hail  find  out  all  his  foes  \ 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  racing  heat,  and  living  coals, 
So  fhall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls, 

PSALM  XXII.  ver.   i,— 16.     Fir  ft  part. 
Common  Metre, 

The  Jlrffe rings  and  death  of  Chrift. 

a  \T7HY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook, 

W     Nor  will  a  ftiiile  afford  ? 
(Thus  David  once  in  anguifh  fpoke, 
And  thus  our  dying  Lord.) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell 
Among  thy  pr ailing  faints, 

Yet  th®u  canilhear  our  groan  as  .well, 
And  plry  our  complaints. 

3  Oar  fathers- truft  el  in  thy  na-i 
-\nd  great  deliverance,  found  ; 

But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'.  ri, 

xiiid  trodden  to  the  ground. 


$6  PSA    L     M     S, 

4  With  making  head  they  pafs  me  by, 
And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  ; 

u  In  vain  be  trufis  in  God,  they  cry, 
Neglected  and  forlorn" 

5  But  thou  art  he,  who  form'd  my  flefh, 
By  thine  almighty  word  ; 

And  fmce  I  hung  upon  the  bread, 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  father  hide  his  face 
When  foes  (land  thrcat'ning  round 

In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diitrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  ? 

?     a     u      s     E. 

j  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

ri  he  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompafs'd  fierce  and  ftrong, 

As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  forrows  meet, 

To  multiply  the  fmart  \ 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  feet, 

And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

<Q  Yet  if  thy  foverejgn  hand  let  loofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heavenly  father  bruife 

I  he  (on  he  loves  fo  well  ? 

jo  My  God  if  poffible  it  be, 

Withhold  this  bitter  cup  ; 
But  I  rebgn  my  will  to  thee, 

And  drink  the  forrows  up, 

i  j   My  heart  diflblves  with  pangs  unknown. 

In  groans  I  wade  my  breath  : 
Thy  heavy  h?.nd  hath  brought  me  down, 

Low  as  the  dult  of  death. 


P    S    A    L    M    S,  57 

12  Father,  I  give  my  fpirit  up, 

And  tr uft:  it  in  thy  hand  5 
My  dying  flefli  mall  red  in  hope, 

And  rife  at  thy  command, 
PSALM  XXII.  ver.  20,  21,27,-31.  Second 
part.     Common  Metre. 

1  w\TOW  from  the  roaring  lions  rage, 

JT^    «  O  Lord  protect  thy  fon, 
"Nor  leave  thy  darling  to  engage 
u  The  powers  of  hell  alone." 

2  Thus  did  our  fuffering  Saviour  pray 
•With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 

God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  v/as  the  victory  of  his  death 3 
His  throne  exalted  high  ; 

And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip  or  mall  die. 

4  A  numerous  offspring  mud  arife 
From  his  expiring  groans  ; 

They  mail  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  mall  fee 
His  table  richly  fpread  ; 

And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  mall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  Theifles  (hall  know  the  righteoufnefs 
Of  our  incarnate  God, 

And  nations  yet  unborn  profejfs 
Salvation  m  his  bbood. 

P  S  A  L  M  XXII.     Long  Metre, 
Chrift' *s  fujfcrings  and  exaltation. 
3  T^TOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 

J     The  dying  for  rows  of  our  Lord, 
When  he  complain'd  in  tears  and  bloody 
As  one  forfakea  of  his  God, 


5%  PSALMS. 

a  The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  fhake  their  heads  and  laugh  in  from  j 

u  He  refcued  others  from  the  grave  ; 
"  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  "  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 
"  God  was  his  father  and  his  friend  ; 

"  If  God  the  bleffed  lov'd  him  fo, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ? 

4  O  favage  people  !  cruel  priefts ! 

'How  they  flood  round  like  raging  beafts ; 
Like  lion*  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 
Till  dreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  j 

By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

6  But  God  his  father  heard  his  cry  ; 
RaibM  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  $ 

The  nations  learn  hisrighteoufhefs, 
And  humble  Tinners  taile  his  grace. 

P  S  A  L  M  XXIII.     Long  Metre, 
God  ourjhepherd. 
i   "m   1TY  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  ; 

'1    Now  fhaH  my  wants  be  well  lupply'd  5 
His  providence  and  holy  word 

Become  my  fafety  and  my  guide.  . 

2  In  paflures  where  falvation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  red, 
TMere  living  water  gently  :V>ws, 

And  all  the  food  divinely  bled. 

y  feet  his  ways  miflakc  5 

But  he  reftdres  my  foul  to  peace, 
And  lead.,  me,  for  his  me-'  y's  rake, 

In  tile  fair  paths  of  righ.eoufnefs, 


PSALMS.  S9 

4  Tho'  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  vale, 
Where  death  and  ail  its  terrors  are, 

My  heart  and  hope  fhall  never  fail, 

For  God,  my  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  A  midft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  flay ; 

Thy  ftafffupporu  my  feeble  fteps, 
Thy  rod -directs  my  doubtful  way. 

6  The  fons  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell 
Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 

To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo^vell 

With  living  bread  and  cht^rful  wine.* 

7  [How  I  rejoice,  when  on  m)  head 

i  hy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reit\ 
^Tis  a  divine  anointing  Hied, 
Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  feafl. 

8  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 
Attend  his  houfnoldall  their  days  ^ 

Ultra  w\\\  i  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 

To  feeK.  -iii*  fic'e,  and  fing  his  praife.l      x 
PSALM  A.1VT      Common  Metre, 
Y  fhepherd  willfuphV  m    nee(, 
Jehovah  is  his  name*     ' 
In  paftures  freih  he  makes  me  fee* 

Befide  the  living  ftrearn. 
1  Ke  brings  my  wandering  fpirit  back 

When  1  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  through  the  fhades  of  death, 
1  hy  prefence  is  my  If  ay  ; 

One  word  of  thy  fupporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand  in  fight  of  all  my  foes 
Doth  ftill  my  table  fpread  ; 

My  cup  with  bleffings  overflows. 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head, 


So  PSALMS. 

5  The  fure  provifionsof  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 

Oh  may  thy  houfe  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 

6  Thgre  would  I  find  a  fettled  reft, 
(While  others  go  and  come) 

No  more  a  flranger  or  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home. 

PSALM  XXIIJ.     Short  Metre, 

i.  HHHE  Lord  my  flepherd  is, 
J.     I  fhall  be  w~il  iupply'd  ; 
Since  he  is  mine  ard  I  am  his, 
"What  can  I  w?nt  befide  ? 

2  He  leads  im  to  the  place 
Where  fravenly  palture  grows, 

Where  livmg  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  All  falvation  flows. 

3  If-f'er  I  go  aftray,  2^ 
He  doth  my  foulrecb:  --■> 

And  guides  me  in  hvf  own  right  way, 
For  his  moft  ho1/  name. 

4  While  hej#w?s  his  aid, 
Icanno*  )i^dto  fear  ; 

Tho'  t,  xould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  made* 
rdy  fhepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  furrounding  foes 
Thou  doff,  my  table  fpread, 

My  cup  with  blefTmgs  overflows. 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

fhall  crown  my  following  days  ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  rem©ve, 
Nor  ceafe  tofpeakthy  praife. 


PSALMS.  63 

PSALM  XXIV.     Common  Metre, 
Dwelling  with  God* 

1  rT1HE  earth  forever  is  the  Lord's 

With  Adam's  numerous  race : 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods. 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

2  But  v/ho  among  the  fons  of  men 
May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 

He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 
The  bleffings  of  his  grace  ; 

This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  fcek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs, 
To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everlafting  doors, 
The  king  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  king  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 
The  .wonders  of  his  might  ? 

He  rules  the  nations  ;  but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight, 

PSALM  XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Saints  dwell  in  heaven  ;  or,  Chrift's  afcenjion* 

THIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 
And  men  and  worms,  and  beads  and  birds  ) 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas?J 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  piace. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy  palace  Lord,  above  the  iky  : 
Who  mall  afcend  that  blefs'd  abode, 
j$nd  dwell  fo  near  his  maker  God  ? 

I  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whofe  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  clean, 

Km  fhp.ll  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  wkh  righuoufnefs. 


6a  P    S    A    L    M    S. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  ; 
Thefe  fhall  enjoy  the  blifsful  fight. 
And  dwell  in  everlaiting  light. 

PAUSE. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  mining  worlds  on  high3 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ! 
Who  can  the  King  of  glory  be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord  the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  difplay. 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour,  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  earth  and  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell, 

j  Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  awful  ftate, 
He  opens  heav'ns  eternal  gate, 
To  give  his  faints  a  blefs'd  abode 
Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM  XXV.   ver.   i,— n.     Firft  part 
Short  Metre. 

Waiting  for  pardon  and  direction* 
i  T  LEFT  my  foul  to  God, 

X  My  truft  is  in  his  name  : 
Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  ruj  blood 

Still  triumph  in  my  ftiame. 

2  Sin,  and  the  pow'rsof  hell, 
Perfuade  r^tfto  defpair  *, 

Lord,  make  medoiow  thy  cov'nant  well, 
That  I  may  Tcape  the  fnare. 

3  From  beams  of  dawning  light 
'Till  ev'ning  (hades  arife ; 

For  thy  falvation,  Lord,  I  wait, 
With  ever  longing  eyes. 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 
And  lead  me  in  thy  truth  ; 

Forgive  the  fins  of  riper  da 
And  follies1  of  my  youth. 


PSALMS,  63 

5  The  Lord  is  jufl  and  kind, 
The  meek  fhall  learn  his  ways  j 

And  ev'ry  humble  fmner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace, 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs'  fake 
He  faves  my  foul  from  fhame  ; 

He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 

PSALM  XXV.  ver*  12,  14, 10,13.  Second  part 

Short  Metre. 

Divine  injlruction, 

1  \t  7HERE  mail  the  man  be  found 

YV    that  fears  t'  offend  his  God, 
That  loves  the  gofpel's  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 

2  The  Lord  fhall  make  him  know 
The  fecrets  of  his  heart, 

The  wonders  of  hiscov'nant  fliow,  * 
And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealings  of  his  pow'r 
Are  truth  and  mercy  (till, 

With  fuch  as  keep  his  covenant  fure, 
And  lcve  to  do  his  will. 

4  Their  foul  mall  dwell  at  eafe, 
Before  their  maker's  face  ; 

Their  feed  fhall  tafte  thepromifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 

PSALM  XXV.  ver.  15,-22.  Third  parti 

Short  Metre. 
Bifircfs  of  foul ;  or,  B ackf tiding  and  dejertion, 

1  l\/f  ^^  e^CS  anc*  m?  ^efire 

xV J-   Are  eyer  to  the  Lord  ; 
I  love  to  plead  his  promis'd  grace, 

And  reib  u^ on  his  wor.;. 
F 


6*4  PSALMS. 

2  Turn,  turn  thee  to  my  foul, 
Bring  thy  falvation  near  ; 

When  will  thy  hand  afTift  my  feet 
To  'fcape  the  daily  mare  ? 

3  When  mall  the  fov 'reign  grace 
Of  my  forgiving  God' 

Reftore  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod  ! 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughts 
Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  ; 

My  fpirit  languifhes,  my  heart 
Is  defolate  and  low. 

5  When  every  morning  light 
My  forrow  new  begins  ; 

Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pain, 
And  pardon  all  my  fins. 

PAUSE. 

6  Behold  the  hoft  oT  hell, 
How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 

Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  O  keep  my  foul  from  death, 
Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame  ; 

For  I  have  plac'd  my  only  truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 

Of  Ifr'el  it  (hail  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain, 

PSAL  M  XXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Self-examination  ;  or,  Evidences  of  grace, 

i  TUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways, 
J    And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart  j 

My  faith  upon  thy  promife  flays, 
Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 


PSALMS.  6s 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit, 
With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  ; 

The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes. 

3  Among-ft  thy  faints  will  I  appear 
Array'd  in  robes  of  innocence  \ 

But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

4  I  love  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell ; 
There  mall  I  hear  thy  holy  word,   _ 
And  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  la 'ft 
With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 

Since  I  my  days  on  earth  have  pafs'd 
Among  the  faints,  and  near  my  God. 

PS  ALM  XXVII.  v,  i— 6,  Firftpart.  Common 

Metre. 

The  church  is  cur  delight  and  fafety* 

i  '  I  'HE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

X     And  my  falvation  too  ; 
God  is  my  ftrength  ;   nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do, 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires, 
O  grant  me  mine  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints^ 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

3  There  mall  I  offer  my  requefts, 
And  fee  thy  beauty  ftill  : 

Shall  hear  thy  meffages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  and  dorms  appear, 
There  may  his  children  hide  ; 

God  has  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  foul  abide, 


66  PSALMS. 

5  Now  mall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  Songs  of  joy  and  victory 

Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM  XXVII.  ver.  8,  9,  13,   14, 

Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

Prayer  and  hope. 

1   O^ON  as  I  heard  my  father  fay, 
L3  "  Ye  children,  feek  my  face," 

My  heart  reply'd  without  delay, 
«  I'll  feek  my  Father's  face." 

1  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  fly  to  thee 

In  a  diftrefllng  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 
Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 

My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  SeiTrhad.  died  with  grief 
Had  not  my  foul  believ'd, 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 
Nor  was  my  hope  deceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord  ye  trembling  faints,^ 
Andkeep  your  courage  up  ; 

He'll  raife  your  fpirit  when  it  faints 
And  far  exceed  your  hope. 

PSALM  XXVIII.    Long  Metre* 

God  the  refuge  of  the  afflicted. 

iHTO  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries  ; 

JL     My  fervent  prayer  in  mercy  hear  7 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  foul, 

If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  ear. 


PSALMS.  67 

2  "When  fuppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hill, 
I  lift  my  mournful  hands  to  pray, 

Afford  thy  grace,  nor  drive  me  ftill 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

3  To  fons  of  falfehood,  that  difpife 
The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign. 

Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  reward, 
And  finks  their  fouls  to  endlefs  pain. 

4  But  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

Whofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice, 
My  heart  that  trufted  in  his  word, 
In  his  falvation  fhall  rejoice. 

5  Let  ev'ry  faint,  in  fore  diftrefs, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour  God  ^ 
Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pardoning  grace, 
And  feed  thy  church  with  heavenly  food. 

PSALM  XXIX.  Long  Metre. 

Storm  and  thunder. 

1  IT^S  IVE  to  the  Lord  ye  fons  of  fame, 
%JJF  Give  to  jthe  Lord  renown  and  power, 

Afcribe  due  honours  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  power  aloud 
Thro*  every  ocean,  every  land  ; 

His  voice  divides  the  wat'Vy  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fpeaks,  and  temped,  hail,  and  wind. 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bare  around  ; 

The  fearful  hart  and  frightful  hind 
Leap  at  the  terror  of  the  found. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  voice  ; 
And  lo,  the  ftately  cedars  br^ak  : 

The  mountain-:;  tremble  at  the  noife, 
The  vallies  vy\x,  the  defarts  quake. 
F  2 


63  P     S     A    L     M     S. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'reign  on  the  flood, 
The  thund'rer  reigns  forever  king  : 

Bat  makes  his  church  his  bled  abode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  fing. 

6  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counfel  of  his  grace  imparts  : 

Amidft  the  raging  (lorm,  his  word 

Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSALM  XXX.  Fkft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Sicknefs  healed,  and  for  rows,  removed* 

i  T  WILL  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high, 
J_  At  thy  command  difeafes  fly, 
Who  but  a  God  can  fpeak  and  fave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave  ? 

a  Sing  to  the  Lorft,  ye  faints,  and  prove 
LIow  large  bis  grace,  how  kind  his  l.ove.> 
Let  all  your  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace  » 

The  wond'rous  records  of  his  grace.. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  (lays ; 
LILs  love  is  life  and  length  of  days  ; 
Though  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning  flar  reilores  the  joy. 

PSALM  XXX.  ver.  6.  Second  part.  LongMeU 

Health,  jfcknefe  and  recovery. 

i  "fT'IRM  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright* 
Jj     And  I  prelum' d  'twould  ne'er  be  night  r 
Fondly  I  faid  within  my  heart, 
t;  Pieafure  and  peace  mall  ne'er  depart." 

2  But  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  ftrong, 

Which  made  my  mountain  (land  fo  long  -T 

Soon  as  thy  face  began  to  hide, 

|yiy  heaith  was  gone,  my  comforts  died* 


PSALMS.  6g 

3  I  cried  aloud  to  thee  my  God  ; 

"  What  canft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep  in  the  duft  can  I  declare 

"  Thy  truth,  or  fing  thy  goodnefs  there  ? 

4#u  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  I  faid, 
"  And  bring  me  from  among  the  dead  :** 
Thy  <word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'ning  love  remov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  praifes  now  ; 

I  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  round* 

6  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  filent  of  thy  name  ; 

Thy  praife  mail  found  through  earth  and  heav'n, 
For  ficknefs  heal'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM  XXXI.  ver.  5,   13, — 19,22,  23. 

3  /  Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  frc?n  dea th. 

1  HP  O  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 

JL     My  fpirit  I  commit  ; 
Thou  haftredeem'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

2  Defpair  and  comfort,  hope  and  fear, 
Maintain'd  a  doubtful  ft  rife  ; 

While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  confpir'd 
To  ta^e  away  my  life. 

3  M  My  time  is  in  thy  hand,"  I  cried., 
"  Though  I  drew  near  the  duft  :" 

Tbcqj  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft, 

4  Oh  make  thy  reconciled  face 
Upon  thy  fervant  mine, 

And  fave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake5 
For  I'm  entirely  thine* 


70  P    S     A    L  'M    S, 

PAUSE. 

5  'Twas  in  my  hade,  my  fpirit  faid, 
"  I  inuft  defpair  and  die, 

"  I  am  cut  off  before  thine  eyes  \'*  ^ 

But  thou  halt  heard  my  cry. 

6  Thy  goodnefs  how  divinely  free 
How  fweet  thy  fmiling  face, 

To  thofe  that  fear  thy  majefty, 
And  truft  thy  promis'd  grace. 

7  Oh  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 
And  fmg  his  praifes  loud  ; 

He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaints,, 
And  recompenfe  the  proud. 

PSALM  XXXI.  ver.  J.—^h  »■*-*«•  Second 
***        part.     Common  Metre. 
Deliverance  from  fiander  and  reproach. 

i  Ik  IWY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
1VJL  My  Goa\   myheav'nly  truft  ; 

Thou  haft:  preferv'd  me  free  from  fhame, 
Mine  honour  from  the  duft  \ 

1  a  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief,"  I  cried, 

"  My  years  confum'd  in  groans, 
u  My  itrength  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dried, 

"  And  forrow  waltes  my  bones." 

3  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 
A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 

"While  to  my  neighbours  I  become 
Forgotten  and  unknown, 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 
Seiz'd  and  befet  me  round, 

I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  applied, 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 


PSALMS.  ft 


USE. 


5  How  great  deliv'rance  thou  haft  wrought 
Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 

The  lying  lips  to  filence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues 
Shall  thy  pavilion  hide, 

Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 
And  crufh  the  fons  of  pride. 

7  Within  thy  fecret  prefence,  Lord, 
Let  me  forever  dwell  : 

No  fenced  city,  wall'd  and  barr'd, 
Secures  a  faint  fo  well. 

PSALM  XXXII.  Short  Metre. 

•  ^      Forgivenefs  of  fins  upon  conf effort* 

i  /^VHblefTed  fouls  are  they 
\J  Whofe  fins  are  cover'd  o'er  ! 

Divinely  blefs'd  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  pad, 
And  keep  their  hearts  with  care, 

Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  faith  fincere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  fefl'ring  wound, 

'Till  I  confefs'd  my  fins  to  thee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

4  Let  finners  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 


72  PSALMS. 

Q%     PSALM  XXXII.    Common  Metre. 

Free  pardon  and  fincere  obedience  ;  or,  Confejfim 
and  forgiven?/}. 

i    T  TOW  blefs'd  the  man  to  whom  his  God 

J_  X  No  more  imputes  his  fin, 
But  wafh'd  in  the  redeemer's  blood, 

Hath  made  his  garments  clean ! 

1  And  bled  beyond  expreilion  he 

Whofe  debts  are  thu6  difcharg'd  ; 
While  from  the  guilty  bondage  free 

He  feels  his  foul  enlarg'd. 

3  His  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  lies, 
His  words  are  all  fincere  ; 

He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  ?onfcience  clear, 

4  While  I  my  inward  guilt  fuppreft, 
No  quiet  could  I  find  ; 

Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  my  bread, 
And  rack'd  my  tortur'd  mind. 

5  Then  I  confefs'd  my  troubled  thoughts, 
My  fecret  fins  reveal'd, 

Thy  pard'ning  grace  forgave  my  faults, 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feaPd, 

6  This  fhall  invite  thy  faints  to  pray  ; 
When  like  a  raging  flood 

Temptations  rife,  our  ftrength  and  flay 
Is  a  forgiving  God. 

92    PSALM  XXXII.  Firfl  part.   Long  Metre. 

Repentance  and  free  pardon  ;  or,  Jujlijtotion  and 
fa  notification. 

x  "D  LESS'D  is  the  man  forever  blefs'd, 
AJ  Whofe  guilt  is  pardon'd  by  his  God, 

Whofe  fins  with  forrow  are  confefs'd, 
And  cover'd  with  his  Saviour's  blood. 


P    S     A    L    M    S.  73 

2  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord 
No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife  ; 

He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works,  but  grace,  relies. 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free, 
His  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 

With  deep  repentance  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prove  his  faith  fmcere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  righteoufnefs 
That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  fins  ? 

While  a  bright  evidence  of  grace 

Through  all  his  life  appears  and  mines. 

PSALM  XXXIL  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

A  guilty  confcience  eafed  by  confeffton  and  pardon, 

i   \\  THILE  I  keep  filence  and  conceal 

Y  V     My  heavy  guilt  within  my  heart, 
What  torments  doth  my  confcience  feel ! 
What  agonies  of  iriward  fmart ! 

<z  I  Spread  my  fins  before  the  Lord*' 

And  all  my  fecret  faults  confefs  ; 
Thy  gofpel  fpeaks  a  pard'ning  word, 

Thine  holy  fpirit  feals  the  grace. 

3  For  this  (hall  every  humble  foul 
Make  fwift  addreflfes  to  thy  feat ; 

When  floods  of  huge  temptations  roll, 
There  mall  they  find  a  blefs'd  retreat. 

4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  wings  I  lie, 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  dorms  appear  ! 
And  when  1  walk,  thy  watchful  eye 
Shall  guide  me  fafe  from  ev'ry  fnare. 


74  PSALMS, 

PSALM  XXXIII.  Pirft  part.  Common  Metre. 
*  *       Works  ef  Creation  and  Providence. 

1  T£  EJOICE,  ye  righteous  in  the  Lord, 
jf\  This  work  belongs  to  yBr: 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,  his  word! 
How  holy,  juft  and  true ! 

2  His  mercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 
Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim  ; 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'rous  name. 

3  His  word  with  energy  divine, 
Thofe  heavenly  arches  fpread, 

Bade  ftarry  hofts  around  them  (nine, 
And  light  the  heav'ns  pervade. 

4  He  taught  the  f welling  waves  to  flow 
To  their  appointed  deep  ; 

Bade  raging  Teas  their  limits  know, 
And  (till  their  ftation  keep. 

5  Ye  tenants  of  the  fpacious  earth, 
With  fear  before  him  ftand  :  ^ 

He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  reds  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 
And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ? 

His  counfel  (lands  through  every  age, 
And  in  full  glory  fhines, 

PSALM  XXXIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre, 

'  **       Creatures  vain,  and  God  all-fufficient* 

i   T>  LESS'D  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 
Jj  Hath  fix'd  his  gracious  thron.  j 

Where  he  reveals  his  heav  nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own, 


PSALMS.  75 

2  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 
Does  the  whole  world  behold  ; 

He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  relcu'd  by  the  force 
Of  armies  from  the  grave  ; 

Nor  fpeed  nor  courage  of  an  horfe 
Can  his  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftrength  of  beads  or  men  j 
Nor  fprings  our  fafety  thence  ; 

But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  truft  : 
When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 

His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juft, 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  blefs  us'from  thy  throne  ; 

For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice, 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 

PSALM  XXXIII.  As  the  1 13th  Pfalm. 

33  Firfl  part. 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence* 

i  ^L7"E  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice, 

J[     Your  Maker's  pratfe  becomes  your  voice, 

Great  is  your  theme,  your  fongs  be  new  j 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  ways, 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 

How  wife  and  holy,  jufi  and  true  ! 
2  Benold,  to  earth's  remoteit  ends 
Hisgcodnds  flows,  his.  truth  extends ; 

His  pow'r  the  heav  nly  arches  fpread  ; 
His  word  with  energy  divine, 
Bade  ftarry  hods  around  them  fhine, 

And  light  the  circling  heav'ua  pervade* 
G 


70  PSALM     &. 

3  His  hand  collects  the  flowing  feas  ; 
Thofe  wat'ry  treafures  know  their  place, 

And  fill  the  ftore-houfe  of  the  deep  : 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth  \ 
And  fires  and  feas,  and  heav'n  and  earth, 

His  everlafting  orders  keep. 

%  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  God  of  fuch  refiftlefs  pow'r, 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  rage  : 
Vain  are  your  thoughts-,  and  weak  your  hands, 
But  his  eternal  counfel  (lands, 

And  rules  the  world  from  age  to  age. 


P  S  A  L  M  XXXIII.   As  the  1 13th  Pfalm. 

yj  Second  part. 

Creature;  vain,  and  God  alhfujjicient.    5 

1  /f~\H  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord 
\^J   Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  word, 
And  builds  his  church,  his  earthly  throne  ! 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  furveys, 
He  form'd  their  hearts  he  knows  their  ways, 
But  God  their  maker  is  unknown. 

<2  Let  kings  rely  upon  their  hod, 

And  of  his  flrength  the  champion  boafl  \  , 

In  vain  they  boaft,  in  vain  rely  ; 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed  or  courage  of  an  hprfe, 

To  guard  his  rider,  or  .tg^fo,  . 
3  The  arm  of  cur  aimighty^Lcrd 
Doth  more  fecure  defence  afford, 

When  deaths  or  dangers  threat  ning  itand  b 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  thejuft, 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  tru  >, 

When  wars  or  famine  wade  the  lanu. 


P    S     A    L     M    S;  77 

4  in  ficknefs  or  the  bloody  field, 
Oar  great  phyfician  and  our  (hLeld 

Shall  fend  falvation  from  his  throne  j 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  gooduefs  mine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 


}4 


PSALM  XXXIV.  Firfl  part.  Long  M^re, 
God's  care  of  the  faints  :  or  Deliverance  by  pray 

i  1"     ORD,  I  will  bids  thee  all  my  days, 
&   j  Thy  praife  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 

My  foul  (hall  glory  in  thy  grace., 

While  faints  reioicetd  hear  the  forig. 

2  Come  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name  ; 

I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  expos'd  my  hope  to  {hame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reach'd  his  ears-; 
He  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 
And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears- 

4  To  him.  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 
With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces  mine, 

A  beam  of  mercy  from  the  ikies 

Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord-j 

Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  faints, 
Tafte  of  his  grace  and  truft  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood  ; 

But  none  (hall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  iupplies  of  real  good- 


yd  PSALM    S. 

PSALM  XXXIV.    ver.  n, — 22.  Second  part. 
3  4  Long  Metre. 

Religious  education  ;  or,  Inflruclions  of  piety. 

1  ^^IHILDREN,  in  years  and  knowledge  young, 
\^K  Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents  joy, 

Attend  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  dehre  a  length  of  days, 
And  peace,  to  crown  your  mortal  flate, 

Reftrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  flander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  his  faints, 
His  ears  are  open  to  their  cries  \ 

Re  fets  his  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  ; 

Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 

5.  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  grc&ns, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death 

His  fpirit  heals  their  broken  bones, 

His  praife  employs  their  tuneful  breath. 

P  S  A  L  M  XXXIV.  ver.  1,—  io.Firft  part. 
34         Common  Metre. 
Prayer  and  praife  for  eminent  deliverance. 

1  "I'LL  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  j 
J[    How  good  are  all  his  ways  ! 

Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 
Come,  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 
How  a  poor  fufPrer  cry'd, 

Nor  was  his  hope  expos*  d  to  fhame, 
Nor  wa*  his  luit  deny'd. 


PSALMS.  79 

3  When  threatening  forrows  round  me  flood, 
And  endlefs  fears  arofe, 

Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes. 

4  I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  diftrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ;  \ 

He  gave  my  (harpeft  torments  eafe, 
And  (ilenc'd  all  my  fears. 

PAUSE. 

£5  O  finners,  come  and  tafte  his  love, 

Come  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  your  own  experience  prove 

The  fweetnefs  of  his  grace. 
6  He  bids  the  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Round  where  his  children  dwell : 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  care  prevents 

No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 
£7   O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his  ; 

His  eye  regards  the  juft  ! 
How  richly  blefs'd  the  portion  is 

Who  make  the  Lord  their  trull ! 
8  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 

And  famiih  in  the  wood  : 
But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 

With  ev'ry  needful  good.]  - 

PSALM    XXXIV.-  ver.  11,-22.  Second  part. 
CX  /  Common  Metre. 

Exhortation  to  peace  and  holiness. 

1  /^lOME-,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
V^yl   And  that  your  days  be  long. 

Let  not  a  falfe  or  iplteful  word 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mifchief,  pradife  love,  +■ 
Purfuethe  works  of  peace  ; 

So  mall  the  Lord -your  ways-  approve, 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

G  2 


3o  PSALM     S. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 
His  ears  attend  their  cry  : 

When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  duft, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  though  the  forrows  here  they  tafte 
Are  fharp  and  tedious  too, 

The  Lord  who  faves  them  all  at  lad, 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 

5  Evilfhall  finite  the  wicked  dead  ; 
But  God  fecures  his  own, 

Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Hide, 
Or  heals  the  broken  bone. 

6  When  delegation,  li«ke  a  flood. 
O'er  the  proud  Tinner  rolls, 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  God, 
For  he  redeem'd  their  fouls. 

J  $  PSALM  XXXV.  ver.  1 2, 13, 14.  Common  Metre. 

Love  to  enemies  ;  or,  The  love  of  Chrift  tojinriers* 
typified  in  David. 

1  T5  EHOLD  the  love,  the  gen'rous  love, 
J3     Tkat  hoty  David  mows : 

Behold  his  kind  companion  move, 
For  his  afflicted  foes ! 

2  When  they  are  fick  his  foul  complains, 
And  fee'ms  to  feel  the  fin  art  ', 

The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 
And  melts  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  his  flowing  tears  condole, 
As  for  a  brother  dead  ! 

-And  fading,  mortify'd  his  foul, 
While  for  their  life  he  pray'd. 

4  They  groan'd  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed, 
Yet  (till  he  pleads  and  mourns  \ 

And  double  hleffings  0:1  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 


PSALMS.  8i 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace !! 
Thus  Chafe  the  Lord  appears : 

While  Tinners  curfe  the  Saviour  prays, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  He,  the  true  David,  Ifra'ls  king, 
Blefs'dand  belov'd  of  God, 

To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  fm 
Paid  his  own  dearefl  blood. 

PSALM    XXXVI.  ver.  5.-9.  Long  Metre. 

The  perfections  and  providence  of  God ;  or.  General 
3  S        providence  andfpecial  grace. 

1  T  TIGH  in  the  heaven's,  eternal  God, 
AJL  Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  mines  j 

Thy  truth  mall  break  through  ev'ry  cloud 
'1  hat  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

2  Forever  firm  thy  juftice  (lands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
Wife  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  area  mighty  deep. 

3  Thy  providence  is  kind  and  large, 
Both  man  and  bead  thy  bounty  fhare  $ 

The  whole  creation  is  thy  charge, 
But  faints  are  thy  peculiar  care. 

4  My  God!  how  excellent  thy  grace; 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  fprings  } 

The  fans  of  Adam  in  didrefs. 
Fly  to  the  ihadow  of  thy  wing?. 

5  From  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe 
We  mail  be  fed  with  fweet  repafl  j 

There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafte. 

6  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Spring  from  irhe  prefenceof  my  Lord  j 

And  iathy  light  our  fouls  mail  fee 
Tne  glories  proraU'd  iathy  word* 


8a  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XXXVI.  v.  1,2,5,6,7,9.   Common 
3  6  Metre. 

Practical  atheifm  expofed  ;  or,  The  being  and  attri- 
butes of  God  ajferted. 

1  \^f  7HILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways,, 

W    And  yet  a  God  they  own,. 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

ic  Their  thoughts  believe  there's  none." 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 
(Whate'er  their  lips  profefs) 

God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  How  ftrange  felf-flattery  blinds  their  eyes? 
But  there's  a  haft'ning  hour 

When  they  fhall  fee,  with  fore  furprife, 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thyjuftice  fhall  maintain  its  throne, 
Though  mountains  melt  away  ; 

Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fea. 

5  Above  thefe  heav'ns'  created  rounds 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  extend  ; 

Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  brings, 
Nor  overlooks  the  bead  ; 

Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children chufe  to  reft. 

[7  From  thee,  when  creature-fireams  run  low, 

A  ]  1  mortal  comforts  d;e, 
Perp  :tua!  fprings  of  life  fhall  How, 

And  raiie  our  pkalures  hi^h. 


PSALMS,  8j; 

8  Though  all  created  light  decay, 

And  death  clofe  up  our  eyes, 
Thy  prefence  makes  eternal  day, 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 
PSALM  XXXVI.  ver.   1,-7.  Short  Metre, 

The  ivickednefs  of  man,  and  the  majefty  of  God  ;  or, 
<3  &  Practical  athcifm  expofed. 

1  V\  THEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 

\V    My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 

"  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes/* 

£2  He  walks  awhile  conceaPd, 

In  a  felf-fiatt'ring  dream, 
Till  his  dark  crimes,  at  once  reveaPd, 

Expofe  his  hateful  name.] 

3  His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair  ; 
Wifdom  is  baninVd  from  his  foul, 
And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

4  He  plots  upon  his  bed 
New  mifchiefs  to  fulfil ; 

He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head, 
To  pra&ife  all  that's  ill. 

5  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 
Though  men  renounce  his  fear, 

His  juftice  hid  behind  the  cloud 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

6  His  truth  tranfcends  the  fky5 
In  heav'n  his   mercies  dwell  ; 

Deep  as  the  fea  his  judgments  lie, 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 
Whence  all  our  fafety  fprings  ! 

O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wings! 


84'  PSA     L'M     S." 

PSALM  XXX VII.  ver.   1,-15.  &*&  part. 
3/  Common  Metre. 

The  cure  ofenv)\  fretfidnefs^  and  unbelief:  or, 

The  rewards  of  the  righteous  and  th:  wicked, 

1  "\TC7"Hyr  fhould  l  Yex  ™Y  fouI>  and  fret 

V  V     *^°  ^es  tne  wicked  rif(|  ? 
Or  envy  finners  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 

a  As  flow'ry  grafs,  cut  down  at  noon, 

Before  the  ev'ning  fades, 
So  (hall  thejr  glories  vanquifhfoon 

In  everlafling  (hades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  truft, 
And  pradiife  all  that's  good  \ 

So  (hall  1  dwell  among  the  juft, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 
And  cheerful  wait  his  will  ; 

Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  Feet, 
Shall  my  defires  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  fhalt  thou  difplay, 
And  make  thy  judgments  known, 

Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  lalt  the  earth  poflefs, 
And  are  the  heirs  of heav'n  \ 

True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
numble  fouls  are  giv'n. 

PAUSE 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 
Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 

Though  providence  mould  long  ^f^y 
To  punifh  haughty  vice. 


P    S     A     L     M     8.  B$ 

8  Let  Tinners  join  to  break  your  peace, 
And  plot  and  rage  and  foam  : 

The  Lord  derides  them  for  he  fees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threatening  fwords 
Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 

To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  the  righteous  low. 

jo  My  God  mall  break  their  bows,  and  burn 

Their  perfecuting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  fwords  againfl  them,  turn  £ 

And  pierce  their  flubborn  hearts. 

PSALM  XXXVII.  ver.  16,  21,  26,-310 
QJ        Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

Charity  to  the  poor  ;  or,  Religion  in  words  and 
deeds*  : 

HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft9 
And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meanefl  portion  of  the  juit 
Excels  the  iinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay, 
The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 

Nor  turns  the  poor  away, 

3  His  alms,  with  lib'ral  heart,  he  gives 
Anion;; il  the  fons  of  need  ;. 

His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And  blefled  is  his  ked. 

4  His  lips  abhor  ,to  talk  profane, . 
To  (lander  or  defraud  ; 

His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
What  he  has  Jjarn'd  oi  .God, 


86  J*    S     AT    L     M    $. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 
Deep  in  his  heart  abide  ; 

Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  Word, 
Hirfeet  fhall  never  Aide. 

6  When  Tinners  fall,  the  righteous  (land 
Prefer  v'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 

They  fhall  poifefs  the  promis'd  land, 
And  dwell  forever  there. 

PSALM  XXXVII,    ver.  23— 37.    Third  part. 
[s/  Common  Metre. 

The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  zvicked* 
1  ~&  IKY  God,  the.(lj£ps  of  pious  men 

lVjL    Are  order'd  by  thy  will  ; 
Though  they  ihould  fall,  they  rife  again, 
Thy  hand  fupports  them  {till. 

ji  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

Their  virtue  he  approves  : 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 

Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 
Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 

He  feafts  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  bleiTmgs  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 
Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 

Ye  fhall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 
Whenjuflice  calls  them  down, 

PAUSE* 

5  The  haughty  finner  h$ve  I  feen, 
Not  feering  man  nor  God, 

Like  a  tall  bay-t  e    iair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 


PSALMS.  87 

6  And  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 
Deftroy'd  by  hands  urifeen  ; 

Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf,  was  found, 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 
His  fev'ral  fteps  attend  ; 

True  pleafure  runs  through  all  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 

PSALM    XXXVIII.  Common  Metre. 

Guilt  of  confcience  and  relief ;    or,  Repentance  an 
prayer  for  pardon  and  health, 

1  A   MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love, 
JLX  Reftore  thy  fervant,  Lord, 

Nor  let  a  Father's  chaft'ning  prove 
Like  an  avenger's  fword. 

2  Thine  arrows  (lick  within  my  heart, 
My  flefh  is  forely  prefs'd  : 

Between  the  for  row  and  the  fmart 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  : 

Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  fea, 
That  finks  my  comforts  down  \ 

Arid  I  go  mourning  "all  the  day 
-    Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,  I  am  weaken'd  and  difmay'd, 
None  of  my  powers  are  whole  ; 

My  wounds  with  piercing  anguiih  bleed, 
The  anguiih  of  my  foul. 

II 


83  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

6  All  my  deiires  to  thee  are  known. 
Thine  eye  counts  every  tear, 

And  ev'ry  figh,  and  ev'ry  groan, 
Is  notic'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  I  hou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope, 
My  God  will  hear  my  cry  ; 

My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 

When  Satan  bids  me  die. 
[8  My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  Hide, 

To  fee  my  virtue  fail ; 
They  raife  their  pleafure  and  their  pride 

Whe-ne'er  their  wiles  prevail. 
9  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilty  ways, 

And  grieve  for  all  my  (in  ; 
I'll  mourn  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace, 

And  beg  fupport  divine. 
io  My  God,  forgive  my  follies  pari, 

And  be  forever  nigh, 

0  Lord  of  my  falvation,  hade, 
Before  thy  fervant  die.] 

PSALM    XXXIX.  ver.    1,2,   3.    Flrfl;  part. 
3  9  Common  Metre. 

Watchfulncfs   over  the  tongue ;    or,  Prudence  and 

zeal. 

1  npiiUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

JL     Ci  Now  will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
"Left  I  let  fiip  one  finful  word, 

"  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong." 
p.   Whene'er  conftrain'd  awhile  to  flay 
.     With  men  of  life  profane, 
I'M  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 

Nor  let  my  talk  be  vain. 
3  I'll  fcarce  allow  my  lips  tofpeak 

The  pious  thoughts  I  teel, 
Left  fcoffers  fhoirid  th'  occafion  take 

To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 


PSALM     S.  89 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll  not  be  overaw'd, 
But  let  the  fcoffing  finners  hear 

That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSALM  XXXIX.  ver.  4,  5,  6,  7.  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 


3? 


The  vanity  of  man  as  mortal. 


1  r  a  1EACH  me- the  meafure  of  my  days; 
I      Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 

1  would  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 

And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 

2  A  fpan  is  all  that  we  can  bo'aft, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time  ; 

Man  is  but  vanity  and  dull: 
In  all  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 
Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 

They  rage  and  ftme,  defire  and  love, 
Bui  all  the  noife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  mow, 
Some  dig  for  golden  ore, 

They  toil  for  heirs,. they  know  not  who, 
And  ftraight  are  feen  no  more. 

5  "What  mould  I  wifh  orwait  for  then, 
From  creatures,  earth  and  dud? 

They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  truft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hope, 
My  fond  defires  recall : 

I  give  my  mortal  intereft  up,       » 
And  make  my  God  my  all. 


90  PSA     L     M     S. 

PSALM    XXXIX.    ver.    9.— 13.    Third  part. 
^Q         Common  Metre. 

Sick-bed  devotion  ;  or,  Pleading  without  repining* 

1  /^l  OD  of  my  life,  look  gently  down, 
V_y  Behold  the  pains  I  feel  ; 

But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervants,  Lord, 
They  come  at  thy  command  ; 

I'll  not  attempt  a  murm'ring  word 
Againii  thy  chaft'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 
Remove  thy  (harp  rebukes ; 

My  drength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 

4  Crufh'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 
We  moulder  to  the  duft  : 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withfland, 
And  all  our  beauty's  loft. 

5  I'm  but  a  flranger  here  below, 
As  all  my  fathers  were  ; 

May  I  be  well  prepar'd  to  go,  ;, 

When  I  thy  fummons  hear  ! 

6  But  if  my  life  befpar'd  awhile 
Before  my  laft  remove, 

Thy  praife  mail  be  my  bus'nefs  (till, 

And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 
PSALM    XL.    ver.  f,  2,  3,  5,  17..  Firft  part* 
/sa  Common  Metre. 

A  fong  of  deliverance  from  great  dijlrefs. 

1  T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 

\     He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry ; 
He  faw  me  retting  on  his  word, 

And  brought  falvation  nigh. 


PSALMS.  : 

1  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  releas'd  my  feet,     * 

Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  ftand, 
And  taught  my  chearful  tongue 

To  praife  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  fong. 

4  I'll  fpread  "his  works  of  grace  abroad  ; 
The  faints  with  joy  mall  hear, 

And  fmners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thoughts  of  love  , 
Thy  mercies,  Lord,  how  great ! 

We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 
And  light  and  peace  depart. 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 
PSALM    XL.  6, — -g.  Second  part.     Common 
/^  •  Metre, 

^  The  incarnation  and  facrifice  of  Chrift* 

i  HPHUS  faith  the  Lord,  :"  Your  work  is  vain, 
X     "  Give  your  burnt-offerings  o'er. 
In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  flain 
My  foul  delights  no  more." 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,  Pm  here, 
"My  God,  to  do  thy  will  ; 

"  Whate'er  thy  facred  books  declare, 
Thy  fervants  mall  fuliil. 

3  "  Thy  love  is  ever  in  my  fight, 
"  I  keep  it  near  my  heart  ; 

£i  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  delight 
,    To  what  thy  lips  imparL." 

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92  PSALMS. 

4  And  fee  !  the  blefs'd  redeemer  comes ! 
TV  eternal  Son  appears, 

And  at  th*  appointed  time  avTumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 

5  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grace, 
And  much  his  truth  he  fhew'd, 

And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs 
Where  great  aflemblies  ftood. 

6  His  Father's  honour  touch'd  his  heart  \ 
He  pitied  fmner's  cries, 

And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
Was  made  a  facrifice. 

PAUSE. 

7  No  blood  of  beads  on  altars  fried 
Could  warn  the  confcience  clean, 

But  the  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 

8  Then  was  the  great  falvation  fpread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  fhook ; 

Thus  by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM    XL.  ver.  5—10.  Long  Metre. 

*/0  Chrifi  our  facrifice, 

1  rT1HE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought, 

M      Exceed  our  praife,  furmount  our  thought \ 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  detail, 
My  fpeech  would  faint,  my  numbers  fail. 

2  No  blood  of  beads,  on  altars  fpilt, 
Can  cleanfe  the  foul  of  man  from  guilt  -y 
But  thou  had  fet  before  our  eyes 
An  all-fufficie-nt  facrifice. 

3  Lo !  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defigns  he  bows  his  ears, 
AiTumesa  body  well  prepar'd, 
And  well  performs  a  work  ib  hard. 


PSALM     S.  93 

"  Behold  I  come,"  the  Saviour  cries, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes  ; 
"  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
"  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will,  my  God, 

5  u  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
"  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me  \ 
"  I  mud  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part  ; 
"  And,  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  "  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

u  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 
"  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  highc, 
. "  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  iky. 

7  "  The  fpirit  fhall  defcend  and  fhow 

"  What  thou  hall:  done,  and  what  I  do ; 

"  The  wond'ring  world  fhall  learn  thy  grace? 

"  And  all  creation  tune  thy  praife," 

PSALM    XLI.  ver.  i,  2,  3.     Long  Metre, 

/     Charity  ta  the  poor  ;  or,  Pity  to  the  afflided* 

1  Til  LESS'D  is  the  man  whofe  bread  can  move? 

13  And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
Whofe  foul,  by  fympathizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 

2  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 
More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do  > 

He,  in  the  time  of  general  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too, 

3  His  foul  fhall  live  fee  u  re  on  earth, 
With  fecret  bleflings  on  his  head, 

When  drought,  arid  peftilence,  aiid  dearth, 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead. 

4  Or  if  he  languim  on  his  couch, 

God  will  pronounce  his  fins  forgiv'n, 
Wiilfave  him  with  a  healing  tnuc:i, 
Or  take  his  willing  foul  to  hcav'n. 


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PSALM  XLIL  ver.  1,-9.  Firft  part.  Common 

Metre. 

Defer tion  and  hope  ;  or,  Complaint  of  abfence  fron 
public  worfhip. 

1  "\"J£7"ITH  earned  longings  of  the  mind, 

VV     MY  God>  to  thee  I  look  j 
So  pants  the  haunted  hart  to  find 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  grace, 
And  meet  my  God  again  ? 

So  long  an  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  endures  with  pain. 

3  Temptations  vex  my  weary  foul, 
And  tears  are  my  repair.  ; 

The  foe  infults  without  controul, 
"  And  where's  your  God  at  laft  ?" 

4  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleafure  now 
1  think  on  ancient  days  ; 

Then  to  thy  houfe  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praife. 

5  But  why  my  foul  funk  down  fo  far 
Beneath  this  heavy  load  ? 

My  fpirit  why  indulge  defpair,  ^ 

And  fin  againft  my  God  ? 
-6  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove, 
For  I  fhall  yet  before  him  Hand. 

And  fing  reftoring  love. 

PSALM  XLIL  ver.    6— 11.  Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 
Melancholy    thoughts    reproved ;    or,    Hope  in  af- 
fliction* 

i  Ik  /j~Y  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord, 
jLVJl   But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 

And  times  of  pafl  diftrefs  record, 

When  1  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 


PSALMS.  95 

2  Huge  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noife, 
Swell  like  a  fea,  and  round  me  fpread  \ 

The  rifing  waves  drown  ail  my  joys, 
And  roll  tremendous  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 
When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day, 

Nor  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  (hall  hear  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  I'll  cad  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,   "  My  God,  my  heav'nly  Rock, 
*c  Why  doth  thy  love  fo  long  forget 

*■*  The  foul  that  groans  beneath  thy  flroke." 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low  ; 
Why  mould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief  ? 

Hope  in  the  Lord,  and  praife  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

6  My  God,  my  moil  exceeding  joy, 
Thy  light  and  truth  fhall  guide  me  ftiil. 

Thy  word  mail  my  bed  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  heav'nly  hill. 

PSALM  XL1IL     Common  Metre. 

Safety  in  divine  protection. 

i  T  CJDGE  me,  O  God  and  plead  my  caufb^ 

%    Againft  a  finful  race  ; 
From  vile  oppreffion  and  deceit 

Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 

■2  On  thee  my  fledfaft  hope  depends, 

And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 
To  fink  in  farrows,  and  in  vain, 

Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

3   Oh  fend  thy  light  to  guide  my  feet, 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 
Conduct  me  to  thy  holy  hill, 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there. 


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96  P    S     A     L     M     S. 

4  Then  to  thy  altar,  oh,  my  God, 
My  joyful  feet  fhall  rife, 

And  my  triumphant  fong  fhall  praife 
The  God  that  rules  the  fkies. 

5  Sink  not,  my  foul,  beneath  thy  fear, 
Nor  yield  to  weak  defpair  ; 

For  I  fhall  live  to  praife  the  Lord, 
And  bids  his  guardian  care. 

PSALMXLIV.ver.  i,   2,  3,  8,   15—26. 

Common  Metre. 

The  church' s  complaint  in  perfecution. 

1  "J"     ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old, 
jLj  Thy  works  of  power  and  grace, 

When  to  our  ears  our  fathers  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days  : 

2  They  faw  thy  beautious  churches  rife, 
The  fpreading  gofpel  run  ; 

While  light  and  glory  from  the  fkies 
Through  all  their  temples  fhone. 

3  In  God  they  boafled  all  the  day, 
And  in  a  cheerful  throng 

Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 

4  But.  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  fhame, 
Confufion  fills  our  face, 

To   hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 

5  Yet  have  we  not  forgot  our  God, 
Nor  falfely  dealt  with  heav'n, 

Nor  have  our  fleps  declined  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  haft  giv'n. 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar 
With  their  deftrudtive  breath, 

And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 


P    S    A    L    M    S;  97 

PAUSE. 

7  We  are  expos'd  all  day  to  die, 
As  martyrs  for  thy  name; 

As  fheep  for  {laughter  bound  we  lie, 
And  wait  the  kindling  flame. 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 
Why  fleeps  thy  wanted  grace  ? 

Why  mould  wefeem  like  men  abhor'd, 
Or  baniflYd  from  thy  face  ? 

9  Wilt  thou  forever  call  us  off, 
And  dill  neglect  our  cries  ? 

Forever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
From  our  afflicted  eyes  ? 

io  Down  to  the  dufl  our  foul  is  bow'd. 

And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 

And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

1 1   Redeem  us  from  perperual  fhame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  ; 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 

The  merits  of  thy  blood. 

PSALM  XL  V.     Short  Metre. 

The  glory  of  Chriji ;  the  fuccefs  of  the  gsfpel ;  and 

the  Genitle  church. 

1  T\/f  Y  Saviour  and  my  King, 
JLVjL  ^hy  beauties  are  divine  ; 

Thy  lips  with  blefflngs  overflow, 
And  every  grace  is  thine. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known.) 
Gird  on  thy  dreadful  hvoid, 

And  rife  in  maieftv  to  ipreacl 
The  coriojieits  of  thy  word* 


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98  P    S    A    L     M    S. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 
Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 

Whilit  juftice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  right, 
Thy  throne  (hall  ever  Itand  ; 

And  thy  victorious  gofpel  prove 
A  fceptre  in  thy  hand. 

[5  Thy  Father  and  thy  God 

Hath  without  meafure  fried 
His  Spirit,  like  a  grateful  oil, 

T'  anoint  thy  facred  head.] 

[6  Behold,  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  feen, 
A  beauteous  bride,  in  rich  attire,  v 

And  princes  guard  the  queen.] 

7  Fair  bride,  receive  his  love, 
Forget  thy  father's  houfe  ; 

Forfake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gods, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows, 

8  CHet  thy  God  and  King, 

Thy  fweeteft  thoughts  employ  ; 
Thy  children  fhall  his  honour  fmg, 
And  taite  the   heav'nly  joy. 

P  S  A  L  M  XLV.  Common  Metre. 

The  pcrfonal  glories  and  government  ofChrTft* 

'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King, 
His  form  divinely  fair  : 
None  of  the  fons  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 
2  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace 

Upon  thy  lips  is  flied  ; 
Thy  God  with  bleflings  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head, 


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PSALMS.  99 

3  Gird  on  thy  fword  victorious  prince, 
Ride  with  majeftic  way  ; 

Thy  terror  (hall  ftrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey. 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  (lands, 
Thy  word  of  grace  {hall  prove 

A  peaceful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 

5  Juftice  and  truth  attend  thee  (till 
But  mercy  is  thy  choke  ; 

And  God,  thy  God,  thy  foul  (hall  fill 
With  moft  peculiar  joys. 

fi$  PSALM  XLV.  Firftpart.  Long  Metre. 
The  glory  of  Chrifl,  and  power  of  his  gofpel. 

i  "^TOW  be  mY  neart  infpired  to  fmg 
jL^    The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord  how  heav'nly  fair 
His  form  !  how  bright  his  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  mines  with  far  fuperior  grace 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blefimgs  all  his  (late  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms,  mod  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword, 
In  majefty  and  glory  ride 
With  truth  and  meeknefs  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  (Hibborn  heart ; 
Or  words  of  mercy,  kind  and  fweet, 
Shall  melt  the  rebels  at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  (lands, 
Grace  is  the  fceptre  in  thy  hands ; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right, 
But  grace  and  juftice  thy  delight. 


ioo  PSALMS. 

6  God,  thine  own  God,  has  richly  fhed 

His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head  ; 
And  with  his  facred  Spirit  blefl 

His  firft-born  ion  above  the  reft. 

P  S  A  L  M    XLV.    Second  part.     Long  Metre. 

Ckrlfi  and  his  church  ;  or,  The  myftical  marriage, 

i   TPHE  king  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face, 
J_     Adorn'd  with  majefty  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  blefiings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold 
The  queen  arrayed  in  pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heavenly  drefs, 
Her  robes  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs, 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  \ 
Fair  Granger,  let  thine  heart  forget 
The  idols  of  thy  native  ftate. 

4  So  fhall  the  king  the  more  rejoice 
In  thee  the  favorite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  be  lov'd  and  yet  ador'd, 
For  he's  thy  maker  and  thy  Lord. 

5  Oh  happy  hour,  when  thou  (halt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace  in  the  ikies, 
And  all  thy  Ions  (a  numerous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Let  endlefs  honours  crown  his  head  ; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  praifes  fpread  ; 
While  we  with  cheerful  fongs  approve 
The  condefcenfion  of  his  love. 


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PSALMS.  101 


PSALM  XL VI.     Firfl  part.     Long  Metre. 

The   church* s  fafety   and  triumph  among  national 

deflations. 
i   jT^t  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

VJjr  When  ftorms  of  fharp  diftrefs  invade 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 

Behold  him  prefent  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep,  and  buried  there, 

Convulfions  fhake  the  folid  world, 
Our  faith  mall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 
In  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 

While  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  mors 

Trembles,  and  dreads  the  fwelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  dream  whofe  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ! 

Life,  love,  and  joy  (till  gliding  through 
And  wat'ring  our  divine  abode. 

5  T  hat  facred  ftream,  thine  holy  word, 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controuls, 

Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 

And  give  new  ftrength  to  fainting  fouls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 
Secure  againfl  athreat'ning  hour  ; 

Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  arm'd  with  pow'r. 

PSALM  XL VI.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 

//  S       God  fights  for  his  church. 
i   '        ET  Zion  in  her  king  rejoice, 

i  X  Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdom's  rife  : 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice. 

The  nations  melt,  the  tumult  dies, 


102  PSA    L     M     S. 

a  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  God  is  ftill  our  aid  ; 

Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  defohitions  he  has  made. 

3  From  fea  to  fea,  through  all  the  mores 
He  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 

When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear. 
Chariots  he  burns  with  heav'nly  flame  ; 

Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "  Be  ftill,  and  learn  that  lam  God, 
6C  I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands, 

"  I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
But  ftill  my  throne  in  Zion  {lands." 

6  O  lord  of  hofts,  almighty  king, 
While  we  fo  near  thy  prefence  dwell, 

Our  faith  (hall  fit  fecure,  and  fing, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  pow'rs  of  hell. 

4f      PSALM  XLVII.     Common  Metre. 

Chri/i  afcendlng  and  reigning. 
i    /"^\H  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy 

\^Jf  To  God  the  fov'reign  king  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 

And  hymns  of  triumph  fing. 

i  Jefus  our  God  afcends  on  high, 

His  heav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  him,  rifing  through  the  fky, 

With   trumpet's  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  fhout  and  praife  their  king; 

Let  mortals  learn  their  ftrains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing  \ 

O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 


PSALMS.  103 

4  Rehearfe  his  praiie  with  awe  profound, 
Let  knowledge  guide  the  fong ; 

Nor  mock  him  with  a  folemn  found, 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  tongue. 

5  In  Ifrael  flood  his  ancient  throne, 
He  lov'd  that  chofen  race  : 

But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 
There  Abraham's  God  is  known  : 

While  pow'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwords 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

PSALM  XLVIII.  ver.   1—8.  Firftpart.  Short 
jp%  Metre. 

The  church  is  the  honour  and  fafety  of  a  nation* 

[1  f~^\  RE  AT  is  the*  Lord  our  God, 
\jyr  And  let  his  praife  be  great  j 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 
His  mod  delightful  feat. 

2  Thefe  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  (land  ! 

The  honours  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 
A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 

How  bright  has  his  falvation  flione, 
How  fair  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 

4  When  kings  againffc  her  join'd, 
And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 

In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  natives  tali  and  proud 
Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 

He  fends  his  tempeft  roaring  lou.i, 
And  finks  them  in  the  feas. 
I2 


m  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 
Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 

How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been, 

7  In  ev'ry  new  diftrefs 
We'll  to  his  houfe  repair, 

]R_ecal  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace. 
And  feek  dehVrance  there. 


PSALM  XLVIIT.  ver.  10,-14.  .Second  part. 
/$/  Short  Metre. 

The  beauty  of  the  church,  or,    Gofpel-ivorjlnb,  and 

order, 

'AR  as  thy  name  is  known 
The  world  declares  thy  praife  ; 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne 
Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  ftand 
On  Zion's  choien  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfelsof  thy  will. 

3  Let  ftrangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we'dwell, 

Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

4  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
X&2  worfhip  of  thy  court, 

The  chearful  fongs,  the  folemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 

Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 


PSALMS.  ice 

6  The  God  we  worfhip  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 

And  ours  above  the  fky. 

.PSALM    XLIX.    ver.    6",— 14.     Fir  ft    part, 
/»  0/       Common  Metre. 

Pride  and  death  ;  or.  The  vanity  of  life  and  richcu 

1   "\\  THY  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow 

\\     To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 

With  every  rifing  tide  ? 
[2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 

Made  of  the  felf-fame  clay, 
And  boaft  as  though  his  flefh  were  born 

Of  better  duft  than  they  ?] 

3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 
His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 

Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour. 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 

4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 
The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 

Juftice  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die. 

5  He  fees  the  brutifn  and  the  wife, 
The  timorous  and  the  brave 

Quit  their  polTeiTions,  clofe  their  eyes 
And  hailen  to  the  grave. 

6  Yet  'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pride, 
"  My  houfe  (hall  ever  Hand  ; 

"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land. 

7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loft, 
How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  i 

His  name  is  buried  in  the  duft, 
Where  his  own  body  lies. 


ioG  PSALM     b. 


u 


8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ! 
And  yet  their  fons,  ajs  vain, 

Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fay, 
And  acl:  their  works  again. 

9  Men  void  of  wifdom,  and  of  grace, 
Though  honour  raife  them  high, 

Live  like  the  bead,  a  thoughtlefs  race, 
And  like  the  bead  they  die. 

£10  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  filly  fheep, 

Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Till  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep, 

And  wakes  them  in  defpair.] 

PSALM     XLIX.    ver.  14.  15.     Second  part< 
fa  Q  Common  Metre. 

Death  and  the  refurreclion, 

1  "^L7"E  f°ns  of  pride,  that  hate  thejuft, 

X     -And  trample  on  the  poor, 
When  death  has  brought  you  down  to  duft, 
Your  pomp  fhall  rife  no  more. 

2  The  laft  great  day  fhall  change  the  fcene  j 
When  will  that  hour  appear  ! 

When  mall  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  ? 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 
Call'd  from  the  world  away,        ? 

And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave, 
To  raife  my  mouldering  clay. 

4  Hcav'n  is  my  everlafting  home, 
Th'  inheritance  is  fure  ; 

Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more. 


PSALMS.  107 

£j    PSALM  XLIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  rich  firmer*  s  death,  and  the  faint's  refurreclion. 

1  TT7"HY  do  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 

W     And  boaft  the  large  eftates  they  have  ? 
How  vain  are  riches  to  fecure 

Their  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 

2  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  death 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  trull:  ; 

Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  dun1. 

3  There  the  dark  earth,  and  difmal  made 
Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round  : 

That  flefh  fo  delicately  fed 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  fheep  the  fmner  dies, 
And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  : 

The  faints  mall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  hear  the  oppreflbr's  awful  doom. 

5  His  honours  perifh  in  the  dud, 

And  pomp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  :. 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Saviour  fhall  my  life  reftore, 
And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode  ; 

My  flefh  and  foul  fhall  part  no  more, 
But  dwell  forever  near  my  God. 

P  S  A  L  M  L.     ver.  1, — 6.  Firfl  part.  Common 
£0         Metre. 

The  I  aft  judgment  ;  or,  The  Jaints  rewarded. 

1   HPHE  Lord,  the  judge,  before  his  throne 

X     Bids  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
The  nations  near  the  rifingf  fun, 
And  near  the  weftern  iky. 


io8  PSALM     S. 

2  No  more  fliall  bold  blafphemers  fay, 
"  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  j  " 

No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  fin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  fhall  come, 
Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 

Thunder  and  darknefs,  fire  and  ftorm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear 
Attending  angels  come, 

And  earth  and  hell  fhall  know,  and  fear, 
His  juftice  and  their  doom. 

5  "  But  gather  all  my  faints  (he  cries) 
"  That  made  their  peace  with  God, 

"  By  the  Redeemer's  facrifice, 
"  And  feaFd  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  Their  faith  and  works,  brought  forth  to  light, 
"  Shall  make  the  world  confefs 

u  My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
"  And  heav'n  adore  my  grace. 

PSALM  L  ver,   10,11,14,15,23.     Second 
Jy*0       part.     Common  metre. 

Obedience  is  better  than  facrifice. 

1  nTHUS  faith  the  Lord.  «  The  fpacious  fields, 

X     "  And  flocks  and  herds,  are  mine  ; 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  "  I  afk  no  fheep  for  facrifice, 

"  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife* 
u  Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 
"  My  hand  fhall  fet  thee  free  ; 

"  Then  fhall  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honour  due  to  me. 


PSALMS.  109 

i    c     The  man  that  offers  humble  praife, 
"  Declares  my  glory  bell:  : 
"  And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  ways 
"  Shall  my  falvation  tafte." 

PSALM  L.  ver.  i,  5,8,  16,  21,  22.  Third  part. 
Common    Metre. 


£* 


The  judgment  of  hypocrites. 


1  ^"TTHEN  Chrift  to  judgment  fhall  defcend, 

YY       And  faints  furround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word. 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flaiii 

u  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
cc  Altars  and  rites,  and  forms  are  vain 
"  Without  the  fire  of  love. 

3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  facriflce  ? 
"  They  call  my  ftatutes  juft  and  true, 
"  But  deal  in  theft  and  lies. 

4  Cc  Could  you  expect  to  Tcape  my  fight, 

"  And  fin  without  controul  ? 
'*  But  I  mall  bring  your  crimes  to  light 
"  With  anguifh  in  your  foul. " 

5  Confider,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear  ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 


PSALM     L.       Long  Metre. 

\)  V         Hypocrify    expofed. 
x   'HnHE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warns, 


J|_       Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 

Who  place  their  hope  in  rites  and  forms, 

But  make  not  faith  nor  love  their  care, 


no  PSALMS. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name 

With  lips  of  falfehood  and  deceit  ; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 

And  foothe  and  flatter  thofe  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 

Yet  dare  to  feek  their  maker's  face  ; 
They  take  his  covenant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abufe  his  grace. 

4  To  heav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 

DehTd  with  luft,  defil'd  with  blood  ; 
By  night  they  practife  every  fin, 

By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 

They  grow  fecure  and  fin  the  more  ; 
They  think  he  ileeps  as  well  as  they, 
And  put  far  offthe  dreadful  hour. 

6  O  dreadful  hour  !  when  God  draws  near, 

And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eyes  ! 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fhall  tear, 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  to  rife. 

$0       PSALM      L.      To  a  new  tune. 

The  I  aft  Judgment. 
HE  Lord,  the  Sov'reign,  fends  his  fummons 
forth, 
Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north  ; 
Erom  eaft  to  wed  the  founding  orders  fpread 
Through  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead  : 
No  more  mall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  : 
His  vengeance  ileeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day  ! 
Behold,  the  Judge  defcends  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tern  pert  and  fire  attend  him   down  the  iky. 
Heav-n,  earth,  and  hell  draw  near  :  let  all  tilings 

come 
To  hear  his  fufttce,  and  the  fihner's  doom  : 
"  But  gather  fir-ft  my  faints,"  the   Judge  com- 
mands, 
"  Bring  them, ye  arg       from  mt -lands. 


PSALMS.  in 

3  Behold,  my  cov'nant  (lands  forever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek,  the 

Jew, 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new, 
There'snodiftinclion  here:  prepare  their  thrones ; 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 

4  I,  their  almighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 

I  am  their  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns,  proclaim  abroad 
My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  that  fmners  dread  to  hear  ; 
Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble,  and  retire ; 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

5  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulis  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love  ;  in  vain  the  (lore 
Of  brutal  off 'rings  that  were  mine  before  : 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefts  where  they 

feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  third,  or  tafte  the  victim's  blood  ? 
Can  I  be  flatter' d  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !  how  could'fl  thou  hope  to 

pieafe 
A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe? 
While,witri  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  t.hv  torque. 
Thou  iov'ft  deceit,  and  dofl  thy  brother  wrong; 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends, 
Thieves  and  adulterers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 

K 


ii2  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

8  Silent  I  waited  with  long-fuff'ring  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  fhouid  ne'er  reprove  ?   j 
And  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  fin  ! 
Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty 'foul. 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife  ', 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  iinful  works 

amend, 
Ply  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend;    • 
Left,  like  a  lion,  his  lad  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

P  S  A  L  M     L.     To  the  old  proper  tune. 
^7^  The  I  aft  judgment. 

TrHE  God  of  glory  fends  his  fummons  forth, 
Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the 
north. 
From  ea-ft  to  weft  the  fov'reign  order  fpread, 
Through  diftant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
The  trumpet  founds,  hell  troubles,  heaven  rejoices  . 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 
2  No  more  fhafi  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance  ileeps  no  more  :  behold  the  day  ! 
hold,  'the  judge  defcendsj  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Tempefh  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  iky. 
lYhcn  God  appears,  all  mature  fhall  adcre  him  ; 
While  finnefs  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 
*   "  Hcav'n,  earth,  and  hell,  draw  near;   let  all 
things  coruc 
To  hear  my  iu'Ucc,  and  the  fnncr's  deem  ; 
it  »■  at  her"  firft  myiaints,"  the  judge,  cc  Brands,  ■ 
t-ein,ye  angels,  from  their ciflant  lands. 
Wbcn  Chriji  returns,  ivake every  chtcrfv! fofioiu 
Jn  .  y<  faints  ;  he  aires  jir  yeurjfii 


P     S     A     L     M     S 


j 


4  Behokl,  my  cov'nant  (lands  forever  good, 
Seal'd  by  tlV  eternal  iacrihce  in  blood, 

And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  ;  the  Greek,  the 

That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,  or  the  new. 
There's  no  dijlinclion  here ;  join  all  your  voices., 
And  rat  fe  your  heads,  ye  faints,  for  Hcavn  rejoices. 

5  "  Here,"  faith   the  Lord,  "  ye  angels,  fpread 

their  thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons  : 
Come,  my  redeemed,  poffefs  the  joys  prepar'd 
Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward. 

When  Chrifi  returns,  wake  every  cheerful  paffwn. 

Andjhout,  ye  faints  ;  he  comes  for  yourfalvation. 

PAUSE  the  firft. 

6  I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  almighty  God, 

The   fov'reign    judge:    ye    heav'ns    proclaim 

abroad 
My  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear. 

When  God  appears,  all  nature  fh all  adore  him  ; 

While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him, 

7  Stand  forth,  thou  bold  blafphemer,  and  profane, 
Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings 

vain  ; 
Thou  hypocrite,  once  drefs'din  faints  attire, 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 
Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heaven    rejoices  : 
Lift  tip  your  heads,  ye  fainU,  with  cheerful  voices* 

8  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain 
Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love  :  in  vain  the  (lore 
Of  brutal  off 'rings  that  were  mine  before. 

Earth  is  the  Lord''  s,  all  nature  fl:  all  adore  him  : 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 


ii4  P    S     A    L     M     S. 

9  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food  ? 
When  did  I  thirit  ?  or  drink  thy  bullock's  blood? 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beads  and  favage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  forefls  where  they 
feed. 
All  is  the  Lord's  :  he  rules  the  wide  creation  : 
Gives  Jinners  vengeance ',  and  the  faints  falvation. 

i  o  Can  I  be  flattered  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fantaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,    and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 
Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

PAUSE  the  fecond. 

ii  Unthinking  wretch!  how  could'ft  thou  hope 
to  pleafe 
A  God,  a  fpirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  ?'  v- 
While, withmy  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongu< 
Thou  lov'ft  deceit,  and  doll  thy  brother  wrong. 
Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices, 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

1 2  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends ; 

Thieves  and  adulterers  are  thy  chofen  friends : 

While  the  falfe  fiatt'rer  at  mine  altar  waits, 

His  harden'd  foul  divine  inftru&ion  hates. 

God  is  the  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difguifes 

Can  fcreen  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

i  7  Silent  I  waited  with   long-fuff'ring  love, 

But  didft  thou  hope  that  I  mould  ne'er  reprove  ; 

And  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within 

That  the  All-holy  would  indulge  thy  fin  ? 

See,  God  appears  :  all  nations  join  to  adore  him  : 

Judgment  proceeds,  and finners  fall  before  him. 


ic. 


PSALMS.  115 

14  Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul ; 
Now,  like  a  lion,  fhall  my  vengeance  tear 
Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

Judgment  concludes,  hell  trembles,  heaven  rejoices, 
iLift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  cheerful  voices. 

EPIPHONEMA. 

Sinners,  awake  betimes  ;  ye  fools  be  wife, 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  finful  works 

amend, 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 

Then  join,  ye  faints  ;  wake  ev'ry  cheerful  paffwn  j 
When  Chrifi  returns,  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

PSALM  LI.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

Z>  /        A  penitent  pleadi?ig  for  pardon, 

1  OHEW  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord  forgive  ; 
lj  Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  fmner  trufl  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  furpafs 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found. 

3  O  waih  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  confcience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  pall  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  fhame  my  fins  confefs 
Againft  thy  law,  againfl  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  mould  thy  judgment  grow  fevere, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clean 


n6  PSALM     S. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
I  muft  pronounce  thee  juft  in  death  : 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  fave  a  trembling  finner,  Lord, 
Whofe  hope,  ftill  hov'ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  fome  fweet  promife  there, 
Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair.      V    .  t 

PSALM  LI.     Second  part.     Long  Metre, 

O  /  Original  and  aftualfin  confejfed. 

i   ' '.      GRD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin  ; 
I  j  And  born  unholy  and  unclean  : 
Sprung  from  the  man  whofe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts  the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 

i  Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 
The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  \ 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  \ 
But  we're  denTd  in  every  part. 

[3  Great  God,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  : 
O  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  ; 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  ; 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  bead, 
Nor  hyflbp  branch,  nor  fprinkling  pried, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  fea, 
Can  wafh  the  difmal  (lain  away. 

6  Jefus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Math  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  \ 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  y 
No  Jewifli  types  could  clcanfe  me  fo. 


PSALM     S.  117 

7  While  guilt  difturbs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  flefh  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  ; 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice. 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

PSALM     LI.     Third  part.  Long  Metre. 

The  backflider  re/lored :  or,  Repentance  and  faith 
£/       in  the  blood  of  Cbrift. 

1  f\  THOU  that  hear'ft  when  Tinners  cry, 
V_^/  Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 

But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  ; 
Let  thy  good  fpirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 

Caft  out  and  banifh'd  from  thy  fight : 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  (till  afford  : 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  king, 
Is  all  the  facrilice  I  bring  : 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duft, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fentence  juft  ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  fave  the  foul  condemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  rfhall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  ; 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  (hall  praife  a  pardfning  God, 


n8  PSALMS. 

8  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  !  \ 
Salvation  mall  be  all  my  fong ; 
And  all  my  powers  fhall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord,  my  ftrength,  and  righteoufnefs. 
PSALM  LI.    ver.  3,  13.  Fir  ft  part. 
O  /        Common  Metre. 
Original  and  attualfin  confejfed  and  pardoned. 

1  T     ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 
1   j   And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 

Againft  thy  laws,  againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife ! 

2  Shouldft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 
And  crufh  my  flefh  to  duft, 

Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 

And  earth  muft  own  it  juft. 
-3  I  from  the  flock  of  Adam  came 

Unholy  and  unclean  j 
All  my  original  is  fhame, 

And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 
Contagion  with  my  breath  ; 

And,  as  my  days  advane'd,  I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  foul  < 
With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 

O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  e'er  depart, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 

Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
And  fill  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  fons  of  men  ;  % 

Backfliders  fhall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 


PSALMS.  u9 

PSALM  LI.  ver.  14—17.  Second  part. 
/^/        Common  Metre. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Chrijl. 

1  /^\   GOD  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 

\J   My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Breik  down  this  feparating  wall 

That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

*z  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace. 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 

And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flam 
For  fin  could  e'er  atone ; 

The  death  of  Chrift  mall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  opprefs'd  with  fin's  defert 
My  God  will  ne'er  defpife  : 

A  humble  groan,  a  broken  hear:, 
Is  our  belt  facrifice. 

;C£      PSALM  LII.     Common  Metre. 
The  dif appoint  me?it  of  the  wicked. 

1  W/HY  mould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft, 

\y     And  heavenly  grace  defpife  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  trull, 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 

2  But  God  in  vengance  mail  deftroy, 
And  drive  them  from  his  face  : 

No  more  mall  they  his  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  on  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  cultured  olive  grown, 
Drefs'd  in  immortal  green, 

Thy  children  blooming  in  thy  love. 
Amid  thy  courts  are  feen. 


120  PSALMS. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,  O  Lord, 

Thy  faints  fhall  reft:  fecure, 
And  all,  who  trufl  thy  holy  word, 

Shall  find  falvation  lure. 

jC9       PSALM  LIL  Long  Metre. 
%The folly  of/clf-dependence^ 

i  "\T[7"HY  *hould  tne  haughty  hero  boaft, 
V V     His  vengeful  arm,  his  warlike  hoft  ? 
While  blood  defiles  his  cruef  hand, 
And  defolation  wafles  the  land. 

2  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 

The  widow's  groan,  the  orphan's  figh  ; 
And  when  the  wearied  fword  would  fpare, 
His  faifehood  fpreads  the  fatal  fnare. 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  tongue  ; 
With  pride  proclaims  his  dreadful  power, 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore/ 

4  But  God  beholds  and  with  a  frown, 
Cafts  to  "the  duR  his  honours  down  ; 
The  righteous  freed,  their  hopes  recall, 
And  hail  the  proud  opprefTors  fall. 

5  How  low  th'  infulting  tyrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  eternal  power  defpife  ; 
And  vainly  deem'd  with  envious  joy 
His  arm  almighty  to  deftroy. 

6  We  praife  thee,  Lord  who  heard  our  cries, 
And  fent  falvation  from  the  ikies  ; 

The  faints,  who  faw  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our  greatful  fongs  of  praife. 


PSALMS.  lai 

PSAL  M  LIII.     ver.  4, — 6.    Common  Metre. 
£~J     Victory  and  deliverance  from  perfecution. 

1  A    RE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools,  ' 
jt\.  Who  thus  deflroy  her  faints  ? 

Do  they  not  know  her  Saviour  rules, 
And  pities  her  complaints  ? 

2  They  mall  be  feiz'd  with  fad  furprife-w* 
For  God's  avenging  arm 

Shall  crufh  the  hand  that  dares  arife 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the  fons  of  Satan  boafl 
Of  armies  in  array  ; 

When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  hod, 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  king, 
Her  captives  to  reflore  ! 

Thy  joyful  faints  thy  praife  fhall  fmg 
And  Ifraei  weep  no  more. 

^J/    P  S  A  L  M  LIV.  Coif  mon  Metre. 

1  TOEHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry 
J3  Before  thy  throne  aicend, 

Cad  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eye, 
And  (till  our  lives  defend. 

2  For  flaughtering  foes  infult  us  round, 
Oppreffive,  proud,  and  vain, 

They  cad  thy  temples  to  the  ground, 
And  all  our  rights  profane. 

3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  trufl 
And  in  thy  power  rejoice  ; 

Thine  arm  (hall  crufh  our  foes  to  dud  ; 
Thy  praife  infpire  our  voice. 

4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whole  friendly  hand 
Upheld  us  in  didrefs, 

Extend  rhv  truth  through  every  land, 
And  dill  thy  people  blefs. 


122  PSA    L     M     S. 

PSALM  LV.  ver.   i,— 8,  16,   17,  18,  22. 
$~£  Common  Metre. 

Support  for  the  afflided  and  tempted  foul. 

1  f~~*\   GOD,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 

\J  Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  devife, 
And  tri|(mph  in  my  fears. 

2  Their  rage  is  levell'd  at  my  life, 
My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 

And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife, 
To  fhake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward  pains  my  heartftrings  wound, 
I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 

Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongft  the  fhades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 
And  innocence  had  wings, 

Pd  fly  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefereftlefs things. 

5  Let  me  to  fome  wild  defert  go, 
And  find  a  peaceful  home, 

Where  ftorms  of  malice  never  blow 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes  and  vain  inventions  all 
To  'fcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 

The  mighty  God  on  whom  I  call, 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 


7  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 

At  noon  repeat  my  cry, 
The  night  mall  hear  me  afk  his  grace, 

Nor  will  he  long  deny. 


PSALMS.  123 

8  God  mail  preferve  my  foul  from  fear, 
Or  fhield  me  when  afraid ; 

Ten  thoufand  angels  mud  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 

9  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  fuftains  them  all ; 

My  courage  reds  upon  his  word, 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 

10  My  higheft  hopes  fhall  not  be  vain, 
My  lips  fhall  fpread  his  praife  \ 

While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
Scarce  live  out  half  their  days. 

PSALM  LV.  ver.   15,  16,  17,  19,  22. 

$  ^     Short  Metre. 

1  T    ET  finners  take  their  courfe, 

1  A   And  chufe  the  road  to  death  j 
But  in  the  worfhip  of  my  God 
•I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  addrefs  his  thWie, 
When  morning  brings  the  light  \ 

I  feek  his  blefling  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night, 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 
O  my  eternal  God, 

While  finners  perifh  in  furprife 
Beneath  thy  angry  rod. 

4  Becaufe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
And  no  fad  changes  feel 

They  neither  fear  nor  trufi  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  But  I  with  ail  my  cares, 
Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  \ 

I'll  caft  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 
L 


124  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

6  His  arm  (hall  well  fuftain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  (lands 

No  earthly  power  can  move. 

{?&     PSALM  LVI.    Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  opprejfwn  and  falfehood ;  or, 

God's  care  of  his  people,  in  anfiver  to  faith 

and  prayer. 

lf~\  THOU,  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 

\^y  And  makes  the  oppreilion  ceafe, 
Behold  how  envious  Tinners  try 
To  vex  and  break  thy  peace. 

2  The  fons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  ; 

But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  In  god  moft  holv^ufl  and  true, 
I  have  repos'd  mKruft  ; 

Nor  will  I  fear  what  fleih  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ftill, 
Charge  me  with  unknown  faults ; 

For  mifchiefs  alt  their  counfels  fill, 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts. 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown  ? 
Mufl  their  devices  (land  ? 

Oh  caft  the  haughty  fmner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

PAUSE. 

6  God  fees  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 
Their  groans  a  {feet  his  ears  : 

Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaint?, 
And  numbers  all  mv  tears. 


PSALMS.  12  s 

7  "When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry, 

The  wicked  fear  afcd  flee  : 
So  fwift  is  prayer  to  reach  the  fky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moil  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
rlhe  offspring  of  the   dull. 

9  Thy  folenin  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  malt  receive  my  praife  ; 
I'll  fing,  "  How  faithful  is  thy  word  ! 
"  How  righteous  all  thy  ways  !" 
io  Thou  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 
Oh  fet  thy  prifoner  free. 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath. 
May  be  employed  for  thee.    - 

$p      PSALM     LVIL     Long  Metre. 
Praife  for  protection  ;    -grace  and  truth. 

t   *\  ffY  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 
1 V JL   Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings. 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 

2  Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 

The  Lord,  will  my  defires  perform  ; 
He  fends  his  angel  from  the  fky, 

And  faves  me  from  the  ihreat'ning  florm. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;   my  fong  fhall  raife 

Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife, 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 


126  PSALMS. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  fky  ; 
His  truth  to  endlefs  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  diffolve  and  die, 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  oh  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns,  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM     LVIII.     As  the  n3thPfalm. 

\)  0        Warning  to  magiflrates. 

i      fUBGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws, 
Jl    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe? 

When  vile  opprefTion  wafles  the  land  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  -Tinners  'fcape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand  ! 

i  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 
That  God  will  julflfe  the  judges  too  ! 

High  in  the  hel^ns  his  juftice  reigns  j 
Yet  you  invade  the  rights  of  God  \ 
And  fend  your  bold  decrees  abroad, 

To  bind  the  confcience  in  your  chains. 

3  A  poifon'd  arrow  is  your  tongue, 
The  arrow  (harp,  the  poifon  flrong, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  ; 
Ye  hear  no  counfels,  cries,  or  tears  \ 
So  the  deaf  adder  (lops  her  ears  ! 

Againfl  the  power  of  charming  founds. 

4  Break  out  their  teeth,  eternal  God> 
Thofe  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  : 

And  crufh  the  ferpentsin  the  duft  ; 
As  empty  chaff,  when  whirlwinds  rile, 
Before  the  fweeping  tempeft  flies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  frames  be  loft. 


PSALMS.  127 

5  TV  Almighty  thunders  from  the  Iky, 
Their  grandeur  melts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  mow  difolve  and  run  j 
Or  mails  that  perifli  in  their  flime, 
Or  births  that  come  before  their  time, 

Vain  births  that  never  fee  the  fun. 

6  Thus  (hall  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  fhall  join  and  fay, 
"  Sure  there's  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
<c  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry,      <« 

"  And  will  their  fufferings  well  repay." 

^Q      PSALM  LIX.     Short  Metre. 
'  Prayer  for  national  deliverance. 

1  T7ROM  foes  that  found  us  rife, 
JP     O  God  of  heav'n,  defend, 

Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  Ikies 
And  with  thy  faints  contend. 

2  Behold  from  diftant  (horeF1 
And  defart  wilds  they  come, 

Combine  for  blood  their  barb'rous  force, 
And  through  thy  cities  roam. 

3  Beneath  the  filent  made 
Their  fecret  plots  they  lay, 

Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade. 
And  wafte  the  fields  by'day. 

4  And  will  the  God  of  grace, 
Regardlefs  of  our  pain, 

Permit,  fecure,   that  impious  race 
To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 

5  In  vain  their  fecret  guile 
Or  open  force  they  prove  ; 

His  eyes  can  pierce  the  deepeft  veil, 
His  hand  their  ftrength  remove. 
L  2 


128  PSALMS. 

6  Yet  fave  them,  Lord,  from  death. 
Left  we  forget  their  doom  ; 

But  drive  them,  with  thine  angry  breaths 
Through  diftant  lands  to  roam. 

7  Then  fhall  our  grateful  voice 
Proclaim  our  guardian  God  ; 

The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  found  the  praife  abroad. 

£#      PSALM    LX.     Common  Metre. 

Looking  to  God  in  the  diftrejs  of  War. 
i   *T     ORD,  thou  haft  fcourg'd  our  guilty  land. 

I   j   Behold  thy  people  mourn  ; 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  ? 

2  Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 

Earth's  haughty  towers  decay  ; 
Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreads  the  fky 

And  mortals  melt  away. 

«  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ! 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke, 

And  fave  the  finking  land. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 
For  thofe  that  fear  thy  name ; 

From  barb'rous  hofts  our  nation  fhield, 
And  put  our  foes  to  iliame. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  the  fight, 
And  be  their  guardian  God  ; 

In  vain  fhall  numerous  powers  unite 
Againft  thy  lifted  rod. 

6  Our  troops  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
Shall  gain  a  glad  renown  : 

*Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  ftand, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down. 


i 


PSALM     S.  129 

PSALM    LXI.  ver.   1  ,~6.  Short  Metre, 

£T/       Safety  in    God, 
1  X1[7"HEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief 
V  V       My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplefs,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  heav'n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 
a  Oh  lead  me  to  the  rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  flielter  and  my  made. 

3  Within  thy  prefence  Lord, 

Forever  Til  abide : 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  let 

Of thofethat  fear  thy  name; 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  fhall.pofTefs  the  fame. 
PSALM     LXII.  ver.  5—12.     Long  Metre. 
No  truft  in  the  creatures  ;  or,  Faith  in  divine  grace 
&%*      and  -power, 

1  "\  /|"  y  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 

1. V Jl  My  rock  and  refuge  is  his  throne  j 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  (traits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truft  him,  ye  faints,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face  ; 
When  helpers  fail,  and  foes  invade, 
God  is  our  all-funicient  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  high  degree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanity  ; 

Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  puff  of  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increafmg  gold  your  trufr, 
Nor  fet  your  hearts  on  giitt'ring  duft  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  hath  fpoke. 


130  PSALMS. 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ; 
He  muft  be  fear'd  and  trufted  too. 

6  For  fov'reign  power  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  laft  reward.  \ 

PSALM  LXIII.  ver.  i,  2,  5,  3>  4.  Firft  part. 
^3  Common  Metre. 

The  7norning  of  the  Lord's  day, 

1  T7'  ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
1j     I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face  \ 

My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorching  fand, 

Beneath  a  burning  fky,  * 

Long  for  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 

3  Pve  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  power 

Through  all  thy  temple  Ihine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bleiTings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 
And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itfelf,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  bell  paflions  move, 
Or  raiie  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love.  \  t  \ 

6  Thus,  till  mv  laft  expiring  day 

I'll  biefcm?  God  y  nd  King; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray. 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fmg. 


PSALMS.  151 

PSALM     LXI1I.  ver.  6, — 10.  Second  part. 
&Q  Common    Metre. 

Midnight    thoughts   recollected. 

1  »nnWAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

I  thought  upon  thypower, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidft  the  darkeft  hour. 

2  My  flem  lay  reding  on  my  bed, 

My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
cc  My  God,  my  life,  my  hope,"  I  faid, 
%i  Bring  thy  faivation  nigh." 

3  My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 

And  climbs  the  heav'niy  road  : 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  ftill, 
While  1  purfue  my  God. 

4  Thy  mercy  ftretches  o'er  my  head 

The  vladow  of  thy  wings ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  fings. 

5  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  ; 
The  tempter  (hall  forever  ceafe, 
And  all  my  fins  be  flain. 

6  Thy  fword  (hall  give  my  foes  to  death, 

And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth., 
Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM     LXIII.     Long  Metre. 
Longing  after  God;  or,  The  love  of  God  better  than 

63      M*> 

1   /^  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
V_X     Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  j 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 


132  PSALM     S. 

i  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  *, 
And  I  am  thine  by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,  thy  fervant,  bought  with  blood 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look. 
As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  t9  appear 

AniQng  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face, 
Oft*  have  I  feenthy  glory  there, 

And  felt  the  power  of  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  or  wines,  that  tempt  our  tafte, 

No  pleafure  that  to  fenfe  belong 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bled, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  long. 

6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  love 

No  tafte  or  pleafure  could  afford  ; 

'Twould  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove, 

If  I  were  banifh'd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

When  bufy  cares  afflict  my  head, 

O  ne  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 

And  adds  refrefhment  to  my  bed. 

8  I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice, 

While  I  have  breath  to  pray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  mall  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  blefs  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM     LXIII.     Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 
i   "\ /FY  God,  permit  my  tongue 
j\]i     This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 


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PSALMS.  133 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 

Not  travellers  in  defer t  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches  Lord, 
I  long  to  find  my  place, 

Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace, 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 
No  relifh  can  afford  ; 

No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 

5  To  thee  I'll  lift  my  hands, 
And  praife  thee  while  I  live  ; 

Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  night 
I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 

I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 

My  cheerful  hope  relies. 
3  The  fhadow  of  thy  wings 

My  foul  in  fafety  keeps : 
I  follow  where  my  father  leads, 

And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

64    PSALM  LXIV.     Long  Metre. 

1  [*  RE  AT  God,  attend  to  my  complaint, 
\y  Nor  let  my  drooping  fpirit  faint; 
When  foes  in  fecret  fpread  the  fnare, 

Let  my  falvation  be  thy  care. 

2  Shield  me  without,  and  guarc7  within, 
From  treacherous  foes  and  deadly  lin  \ 
May  envy,  lufl:  and  pride  depart, 
And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart. 


134  PSALMS. 

3  Thy  juftice  and  thy  power  difplay, 
And  fcatter  far  thy  foes  away  ; 
While  iift'ning  nations  learn  thy  word, 
And  faints  triumphant  blefs  the  Lord. 

4  Then  fhall  thy  church  exalt  her  .voice, 
And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice  ; 
By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne, 
And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

PSALM  LXV.  ver.  i.— 5.  Firfl  part.  Long  Met. 

6  &        Public  prayer  and  praife. 

1  rTHHE  praife  of  Zion  waits  for  thee, 

JL     My  God  ;  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfe ; 
There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
And  there  perform  their  public  vows, 

2  O  thou  whofe  mercy  bends  the  fkies, 
To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray, 

All  lands  to  thee  fliall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  every  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 

But  grace  fhall  purge  away  the  (tain  ; 
The  blood  of  Chrift  will  never  fail 
To  warn  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Blefs'd  is  the  man  whom  thou  (halt  choofe, 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  , 

Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 

PAUSE. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Zion  prays : 
Babel,  prepare  for  long  diftrefs, 

When  Zion's  God  himfelf  arrays, 
In  terror  and  in  righteoumefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  faints  requeil  ; 

And  with  almighty  wrath  reveals 
His  love,  to  give  his  churches  reft. 


PSALMS.  135 

7  Then  fhall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  ; 

The  rifmg  and  the  fetting  fun 

Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM  LXV.  ver.  5, — 13.  Second  part. 
g$        Long  Metre. 

Divine  Providence  in  air,  earth  andfea  ;  or,  The 
God  of  nature  and  grace* 

1  HFTHE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

JL     The  groans  of  Zion,  mix'd  with  tears ; 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  defigns, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  mines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remotefl  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known, 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailor's  that  travel  o'er  the  flood 
Addfefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God ; 
When  tempefts  rage,  and  bellows  roar 
At  dreadful  diftance  from  the  more. 

4  He  bids  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe  ; 

He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  winds,  and  loud  as  wTaves. 

5  Whole  kingdoms  ihaken  by  the  ftorm, 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eftablifned  by  his  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundation  ftand. 

6  Behold,  his  infigns  fweep  the  (ky, 
New  comets  blaze,  and  light'nings  fly  -r 
The  heathen  lands,  with  fwift  furpriie, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  his  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft",  and  leads  the  day, 
He  guids  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  ofweftern  hills. 

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136  PSALMS. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice 

To  fee  the  earth  made  loft  with  mowers, 
Laden  with  fruits  and  drefs'd  in  flowers. 

9  'Tis  from  his  wat'ry  (tores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Doth  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

I  o  The  defert  grows  a  fruitful  field. 

Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yield  ; 
The  vallies  fhout  with  chearful  voice, 
And  neighb'ring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

I I  The  paflures  fmile  in  green  array, 
Their  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 

Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name.. 

1 2  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  ; 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  mine ; 
Throiigh  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

>£  PSALM  LXV.  Firfl  part.  Common  Metre. 

A  prayer  hearing  God  ;   and  the  Gentiles  called, 

1  TT) RAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee; 

fj       There  mall  our  vows  be  paid  j 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  finners  pray, 
All  flefti  mall  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 
But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 

And  thou  wilt  grant  us  power  and  (kill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin, 

3  Bleis'd  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  civ. 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 

Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 


PSALMS.  lyj 

4.  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefls, 
Thy  truth  and  terror  Thine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  (hall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 
The  Lord  is  good  and  jutt  ; 

And  diftant  illands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  truft. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 
When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 

But  they  fnall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

.PSALM  LXV.    Second  part.    Common  Metre. 

The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth ,  a?idfea;  or 

1  ,r"T^I3  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  iland; 

JL       God  of  eternal  pow'r  ; 
The  fea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  made 

SuccefGve  comforts  bring  ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
Thy  flowers  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth  and  air  are  thine  5 
When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  fhowers, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  citterns  in  the  fky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 
Whofe  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfly  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  bleflings  ftill, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 


138  PSALM     S. 

>^PSALM  LXV.  Third  part.  Common  Metre. 
The  blejftngs  of  the  fpring  ;  or,  God  gives  rain. 
A  pfalm  for  the  hufbandman. 

1  4T^\  OD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
\jg"     Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  ; 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 

And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  out  at  his  command 
Their  vvat'ry  bleflings  from  the  fky, 
To  cheer  the  thirfly  land. 

3  The  foften'd  midges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring ; 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 

And  the  poor  lab'rers  fmg. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide, 

Rejoice  at  falling  fhow'rs  ; 
The  meadows  dreft  in  beauteous  pride, 

Perfume  the  air  with  flow'rs. 
»    5  The  barren  clods,  refrefh'd  with  rain, 

Promife  a  joyful  crop  ; 
The  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 

And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 
6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 

And  (hepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

^PSALM  LXVI.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

Governing  power  and  goodnefs  ;  or,  Our  grace  tried 
by  afflihions, 

1   OING,  all  ye  nations,  to  the  Lord, 
kJ     Sing  with  a  joyful  noife  ; 
With  melody  of  found  record 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 


P    S     A     L     M     S.  139 

2  Say  to  the  pow'r  that  form'd  the  fky, 

"  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
*6  Sinners  before  thy  prefence  fly, 

"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 
£3   Come,  fee  the  wronders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ! 
In  Mofes*  hand  he  puts  the  rod, 

And  clave  the  frighted  feas. 

4  He  made  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 
While  Ifrael  pafs'dthe  flood, 

There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 
And  triumph  in  their  God.] 

5  He  rules  by  his  refifllefs  might ; 
Will  rebel  mortals  dare 

Provoke  th'Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  O  blefs  our  God  and  never  ceafe  ; 
Ye  faints  fulfil  his  praife  ; 

He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 

And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 
■7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuff'ring  fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  mine  ; 
So  diver  bears  the  burning  coals, 

The  metal  to  refine. 
8  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  ways 

We  march  at  thy  command, 
Led  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place 

By  thine  unerring  hand. 

PSALM  LX VI.     ver.   13,-20.     Second  part. 
ft  £        Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  for  hearing  prayer. 

1   ^XOW  maIi  mY  foJemn  vows  be  paid 

i^J    To  that  almighty  pow'r, 
That  heard  the  long  reqJeiU  I  made 
In  my  diftrefsfui  hour. 

M  2 


140  PSALMS. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  ; 

Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 

3  When  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell, 
I  fought  the  heav'nly  aid  ; 

He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  made. 

4  If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 
While  pray'r  employ'd  my  tongue, 

The  Lord  had  fhewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 

5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blefs'd  !)  - 

Has  fet  my  fpirits  free,  t 

Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  tequeft, 
Nor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

O"     PSALM   LXVII.     Common  Metre. 

The  nation's  profperity,  and  the  church's  increafe. 

i    OHINE,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  mine, 
k3  With  beams  of  heav'nly  grace  : 

Reveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coafts, 
And  fhew  thy  fmiling  face. 

£2  Ainidft  our  realm,  exalted  high 

Do  thou  our  glory  ftand, 
And,  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire, 

Surround  the  fav'riteland.] 

3  When  fhall  thy  name  from  more  to  more 
Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 

And  diftant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  and  their  God  ? 

4  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
Sing  loud,  with  folemn  voice  ; 

JLet  every  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  every  heart  rejoice. 


PSALMS.  i4i 

5  He,  the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge, 
That  fits  enthron'd  above 

In  wifdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made 
And  bids  them  tafte  his  love. 

6  Earth  mail  obey  his  high  command, 
And  yield  a  full  increafe  > 

Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitfulnefs  and  peace. 

7  God  the  redeemer  fcatters  round 
His  choicefl  favours  here, 

While  the  creation's  utmoft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore  and  fear. 

PSALM  LXVIII.  Fir  ft  part.  ver.   \ ,— 6,  32,— 
gft        35-  Long  Metre. 

The  vengeance  and  compajjion  of  God. 

1   •        ET  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 

I   a  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight ; 
As  fmoke  that  fought  to  cloud  the  fkies, 
Before  the  rifing  temple  flies. 

£2  He  comes  array'd  in  burning  flames, 
Juftice  and  Vengeance  are  his  names : 
Behold  his  fainting  foes  expire, 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  trmnders  through  the  fky  $ 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  his  name,  ye  fons  of  grace  ; 

Ye  faints,  rejoice  before  his  face. 

4  The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  his  aid  in  fharp  diftrefs  ! 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplels  find 
A  Judge  that's  juft,  a  father  kind. 


i42  PSALMS. 

5  He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  pris'ners  fee  the  light  again  ; 
But  rebels  that  difpute  his  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  (till. 


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6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  :    .    *  i 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong  : 

His  wond'rous  name  and  powers  rehearfe. 
His  honours  lhall  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  fhakes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arjns  ! 

In  Ifra'l  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifra'l  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

8  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  himblefs'd  : 
He's  your  defence,  your  joy,  your  reft: ', 
When  terrors  rife  and  nations  faint, 

God  is  the  flrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM  LXVIII.  ver.  17,  18.  Second^part, 

O  &  Long  Metre. 

Chrift's  a/fihfioh,  and  the  gift  ofthefpirlt. 

i   T     ORD,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high, 
I  j  Ten  thoufand  angels  fill'd  the  fky  , 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  ftate. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious,  when  the  Lord  was  there, 
While  he  pronounc'd  his  dreadful  law, 
And  flruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  fouls  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives  led. 


PSALMS.  143 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  his  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel  men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM    LXVI1I.  ver.   19,  9,  20,  21,   22. 

£  gf       Third  part.     Long  Metre. 

Pralfe  for   temporal   blejjings ;     or,    Common   and 
fpecial   mercies. 

1  \T  7E  blefs  the  Lord,  the  jufl,  the  good, 

W    Who  fills  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  food; 
Who  pours  his  bleffings  from  the  fkies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fupplies. 

2  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds,  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refrefh  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  :' 

He  heals  the  weak  and  guards  the  ftreng. 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  fmner  prove 
The  common  bleffings  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  difif'rence  that  remains 
Is  endlefs  joy  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  mall  tread, 

The  flubborn  Tinner's  heart  confound, 
And  fmite  him  with  a  lading  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  mall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feas ; 
And  bring  them  to  his  court  above, 
There  mall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 


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144  PSALMS. 

FS'ALM    LXIX.  ver  1— 14.     Firft  part. 
Common   Metre. 


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The  fufferings  of  Ch  rift  for  our  falvaiion. 

1  "  Q  AVE  me,  Q  God,  the  fwelling  floods 

£3   "  Break  in  upon  my  foul : 
"  I  fink  ;  and  forrows  o'er  my  head 
"  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  cc  I  cry  'till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 

"  In  tears  I  wade  the  day  ; 
u  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
"  And  fhorten  my  delay. 

3  "  They  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe,    ^ 

"  And  (till  their  number  grows  ; 
"  More  than  the  hairs  around   my  head, 
"  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 

4  "  'Twas  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

"  That  men  could  never  pay, 

u  And  gave  that  honour  to  the  law 

"  Which  fmners  took  away/' 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Mefliah's  name, 

The  royal  prophet  mourns  $ 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  grief, 
And  gives  us  joy  by  turns. 

6  "  Now  fhall  the  faints  rejoice  and  find 

"  Salvation  in  my  name, 
"  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  forrow,  pain,  and  fhame. 

7  cc  Grief,  like  a  garment,  cloth'd  me  round, 

"  And  fackcloth  was  my  drefs, 
"  While  I  procur'd  for  naked  fouls 
"  A  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

8  "  Amongft  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 

"  I  like  a  ftranger  flood, 
"  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  bring 
"  The*  Gentiles  near  to  God. 


PSALMS.  145 

9  I  came  in  finful  mortal's  (lead 
"  To  do  my  Father's  will, 

u  Yet,  when  I  cleans' d  my  Father's  houfe, 
"  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  "  My  failings  and  my  holy  groans 
"  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong  5 

"  But  God  from  his  celeftial  throne, 

.,  ."  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

1*1   "  He  fav'd  me  from  the  dreadful  deep, 

"  Where  fears  befet  me  round  ; 
"  He  rais'd  and  hx'd  my  finking  feet 

cc  On  well  eftablifh'd  ground. 
12  "  'Twas  in  a  mofl  accepted  hour 

"  My  prayer  arofe  on  high, 
**  And,  for  my  fake,  my  God  ihall  hear 

"  The  dying  finner's  cry. 

PSALM  LXIX.     ver.   14, — 21,  26",  29,32, 
q^Q     Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

The  pajjion  and  exaltation  of  Ghrijl* 

OW  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear, 
And  mournful  pleafure,  fing 
The  fuiFrings  of  our  great  high  prielt, 
The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diftrefs; 
How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 

While  to  his  heav'nly  father's  ear 
He  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  '"  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Son? 

"  Nor  hide  thy  mining  face  ; 
*c  Why  mould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  "  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 
"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
While  for  a  facrifice  I  pour 

My  life  upon  thejground. 


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14$  PSALM     S. 

5  "  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  duft, 
"  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 

"  Their  fharp  infulting  flanders  add 
"  Frefh  anguifh  to  my  pain. 

6  "  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 
"  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame  ; 

"  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 

"  And  lies  denTd  my  name. 
n  "  I  look'd  for  pity  but  in  vain  ; 

"My  kindred  are  my  grief; 
"  I  a  Ik  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 

"  But  meet  with  no  relief. 

8  "  With  vinegar  they  mock  my  thirft, 
"  They  give  me  gaH  for  food  ; 

"  And  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 
"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 

9  "  Shine  into  my  diftrefs'd  foul, 
"  Let  thy  companion  favc  ; 

<•  And  though  my  flefh  fink  down  to  death, 
"  Redeem  it  from  the  grave.  > 

io  "  I  mail  arife  to  praife  thy  name, 
"  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 

"  And  thy  falvation,  O  my  God, 
"  Shall' feat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM  LXIX.  Third  part.  Common  Metre.  | 

drift's  obedience  and  death  ;  or,  God  glorified  cind*\ 
qQ     finners  faved. 

i    |  RATHER,  I  fmg  thy  wond'rous  grace, 

JL      I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name, 
lie  brought  falvation  for  the  poor, 

And  bore  the  finner's  fhame. 

2  His  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfill' d  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 

And  finifh'd  all  thy  will. 


PSALMS.  147 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 
Shall  better  pleafe  my  God,  - 

Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found,     * 
Than  goats*  or  bullocks'  blood. 

4  This  ihall  his  humble  foll'wers  fee, 
And  fet  their  hearts  at  red  ; 

They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 
And  live  forever  blefs'd. 

5  Let  heav'n  and  all  that  dwell  on  high 
To  God  their  voices  raife, 

While  lands  and  feas  affifl  the  fky, 
And  join  t'advance  his  praife. 

6  Zion  is  thine  mofl  holy  God  ; 
Thy  Son  ihall  blefs  her  gates  ; 

And.gflory,  purchas'd  by  his  blood, 
For  thine  own  Ifra'l  waits. 

PSALMLXIL     Firft  part.     Long  Metre, 
^  y     CbriJFs  pajfion^  andfjine^sfahation, 

1  '  ~"\EEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 

I  3  The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  \ 
Behold  the  rifmg  billows  roll, 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul ! 

2  In  long  complaints  he  ipends  his  breath, 
While  hods  of  hell  and  powers  of  death* 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curs'd  delign* 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  made  the  curfe  a  blefling  prove  ; 
Thofe  dreadful  furFrings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'd  for  crimes  which  we  have  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reflor  dy 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  for  fdlfe?  not  his  cwn. 

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148  PSALM     S. 

5  O  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  finner  live  ; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name, 
Nor  mail  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  fhame. 
PSALM  LXIX.  vem  7.  &c.     Second  part. 
£  Q  Long  Metre. 

Chriff s  fnfferings  and  zeal. 

1  9nr WAS  for  our  fake,  eternal  God,     ■ 

X     Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load 
Of  bafe  reproach  and  fore  difgrace, 
While  fhame  defiPd  his  facred  face. 

2  The  Jews,  his  brethren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  check'd  their  fin  ; 
While  he  fulfuTd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

[3  "  My  Father's  houfe,"  fard  he,  "  was  made 
"  A  place  for  worfhip,  not  for  trade  ;'" 
Then  featuring  all  their  gold  and  brafs,* 
He  fcourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place]] 

£4  Zeal  for  the  temple  of  his  God 

Confum'd  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 

Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 

He  felt,  and  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

[5  His  friends  forfook,  his  followers  fled, 
While  foes  and  arms  furround  his  head  : 
They  curfe  him  with  a  flanderous  tongue 
A*»d  the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong.] 

[6  His  life  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphemies  : 
They  nail  him  to  the  fhameful  tree  ; 
There  hung  the  man  that  died  for  me.] 

7  But  God  beheld  ;  and  from  his  throne, 
Marks  out  $fe  men  that  hate  his  Son  ; 
The  hand  that  rais'dhim  from  the  dead 
Shall  pour  the  vengeance  on  their  head  ; 


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PSALMS.  149 

PSALM    LXX.    Common  Metre. 
Proeclion  againjl  perfonal  enemies. 

N  hafte,   O  God,  attend  my  call, 
Nor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
Oh  let  thy  ipeed  prevent  my  fall, 

And  frill  my  hope  fuftain. 
When  foes  infidious  wound  my  name, 

And  tempt  my  foiil  aftray, 
Then  let  them  fall  with  latiiag  ihame. 

To  their  own  plots  a  prey. 
While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 

And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  falvation  raife  their  voice, 

And  magnify  the  Lord.    ' 
4   O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  fore  difmay  ; 
In  pity  haft.en  to  my  aid,. 

Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

PSALM     LXXI.  ver.  5,-9.    Firft  part. 
//         Common   Metre. 
The  aged  faint's  reflection  and  hope. 

1  T\/T^  ^°^5  mY  ever^a^mg  hope, 
XS\     !  Hve  upon  thy   truth  ; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 

And  ftrength'ned  all  my  youth. 

2  My  flefh  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  power, 

With  all  thefe  limbs  of  mine  : 
And,  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 

Repeated  every  year  :  f  - 

Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remahi 
I  trull  them  to  thy  care. 


i*o  PSALMS. 

4  Cad  me  not  off  when  ftrength  declin  es, 

When  hoary  hairs  arife  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  fhine 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then,  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  line  thy  praife. 

PSALM  LXXI.  ver.   15,  14,  16,  23,  22,  24 
//     Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

Chrlft  our  ftrength  and  right  eoufnefs* 

Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praife, 
Where  will  the  growing  numbers  end, 

The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
Thou  art  my  everlafting  truft, 

Thy  goodnefs  I  adore ! 
And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  fir  ft, 

I  fpeak  thy  glories  more. 
My  feet  fhali  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celeftial  road, 
And  march  with  courage,  in  thy  ftrength, 

To  fee  my  Father,    God. 
WThen  I  am  iilPd  with  fore  diftrefs 

For  fome  furprifihg  fin. 
Til  plead  thy  perfect  righteoufnefs, 

And  mention  none  but  thine. 
How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicl'ries  of  my  king  ! 
My  foul,  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell, 

"Shall  thy  falvation  fmg. 
[My  tongue  Jiall  all  the  day  proclaim 

My  Saviour  and  my  God, 
His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fhaine, 

And  fav'd  me  by  his  blood.] 


PSALMS.  *     151 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  pow'rs  ; 

With  this  delightful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 

Nor  think  the  feafon  long. 

rSALM  LXXI.    ver.   17—21.  Third  part. 
jT  /        Common  Metre. 

The  aged  Chriftian's  prayer  andfong  ;  or,  Old  age, 
death  and  the  refurreclion. 

1    £~^\  OD  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth, 
VJT   The  guide  of  all  my  days, 

1  have  declar'd  thy  heavenly  truth, 
'  And  told  thy  wound'rous  ways. 

2  W*it  thou  forfake  my  hdrary  hairs, 
♦  AncJv!eave  my  fainting  'heart  ? 

Who  mall  fuflain  my  finking. years 
If  God,  my  ftrength  depart? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 
Before  the  rifing  age, 

And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  fhall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  fdence  and  of  death 
Attends  my  next  remove  ; 

O  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  i 

PAUSE. 

5  Thy  righteoumefs  is  deep  and  hijh, 
Unfearchable  thy  deeds : 

Thy  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fky? 
And  all  mypraife  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  threiini::.js  roar 
And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 

But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fori, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief, 
M    2 


1 52  PS     A    L     M    6. 

7  By  long'experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov'reign  power  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 

Securely  to  the  grave. 

8.  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  dufl, 

My  flefli  (hall  be  thy  care  ; 
Thefe  wither'd  limbs  with  thee  I  truft 

To  raife  them  flrong  and  fair. 

PSALM  LXXII.     Firfl:    part.       Long  Metre. 

/  ^         The  kingdom  cf  Chriji. 

i    iO§  RE  AT  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 

\jJT  The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  power,  exalt  his  throne. 

2  Thy  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hands, 
All  heav'n  fubmits  to  his  commands ; 
His  juftice  fhall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 

3  With  power  he  vindicates  the  juft,  ,m 
And  treads  th-'oppreflbr  in  the  dull  ; 

His  worfhip  and  his  fear  fhall  laft, 
Till  hours  and  years,  and  time  be  pad. 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  fhall  he  fend  his  influence  down  \ 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diftils, 
Like  heavenly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  fhades  of  overfpreading  death. 
Revive  at  his  firfl:  dawning  light, 
And  deferts  bloffom  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fhall  flourifh  in  his  days, 
Drefs'd  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  ; 
Peace,  like  a  river  from  his  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  vet  unknown. 


PSALMS.  153 

PSALM  LXXIL     Second  part.   Long  Metre- 

y£.    ChriJVs  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

1    TESUS  fhall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
J    Does  his  fucceflive  journeys  run  : 
•  His  kingdom  ftretch  from  more  to  more, 
Till  moons  mail  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

\ji  Behold,  the  nations  with  their  kings  ; 
There  Europe  her  beft  tribute  brings ; 
From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Perfia  glorious  to  behold, 
And  India  mines  in  eaftern  gold  ; 
While  weflern  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  favage  tribes  attend  his  word.] 

4  Tor  him  (hall  endlefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  endlefs  praifes  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name  like  fweet  perfume  fhall  rife 
With  every  morning  facrifice. 

5  People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteft  fong ; 
And  infant-voices  mall  proclaim 
Their  early  bleillngs  on  his  name. 

6  Blefiings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  joyful  prifoner  burfts  his  chains  : 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft. 

And  all  the  fons  of  want  are  blefl. 

£7  Where  he  difplays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more : 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
More  blellings  than  their  father  loft. 

8  Let  every  creature  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  king  : 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 
And  earth  repeats  the  loud  amen.] 


i54      /?$  PSALMS. 
PSALM    LXXIII.  Firfl  part.  Common  Metre. 
A ffliEled faints  happy ^  and  prosperous  finners  curfed. 

i   T^JOW  I'm  convinc'd  the  Lord  is  kind 

J^|    To  men  of  hearts  fincere,  , 

Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border'd  on  defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  fpoke  with  angry  breath,  I 

cc  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live  ;  '  1 

ct  How  peaceful  is  their  death  : 

3  <c  With  well-fed  flefli  and  haughty  eyes 
<r  They  lay  their  fears  to  ileep  ; 

"  Againfl  the  heav'ns  their  ilanders  rife. 
cc  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
"  And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  ; 

"  For  I  am  chaftened  all  the  day, 
"  The  night  renews  my  pain. 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulged  complaints-, 
I  felt  my  heart  reprove  ; 
Sure  I  mall  thus  offend  the  faints, 

And  grieve  the  men  I  love." 

6  But  flill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 
The  conflict  too  fevere, 

'Till  I  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 

7  There  as  in  fome  prophetic  glafs, 
Ifaw  thefmner  fit 

High  mounted  .on  a  flipp'ry  place, 
Befide  a  fiery  pit. 

8  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boafr, 
'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell ; 

His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  hell. 


e< 


PSALMS.  155 

9  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 
How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beaft  ! 

Thus  to  fufpett  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 

10  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 
Upheld  by  power  unknown  ; 

That  blefled  hand  that  broke  the  fnare 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

PSALM  LXXIII.  ver.  23,-28.    Second  part. 

/  3  Common  Metre. 

God  our  -portion  here  and  hereafter, 

1  /^f  OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 
\jf  My  help  forever  near, 

Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defpair. 

2  Thycounfels,  Lord,  (hall  guide  my  feet 
Through  life's  bewiider'd  race  ; 

Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 
5Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  : 

And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  fprings  of  life  mould  break, 
And  nefh  and  heart  mould  faint,     . 

God  is  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrength  of  every  faint. 

5  Beheld  the  fmners  that  remove 
Far  from  thy  prefence  die  ; 

Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 

My  tongue  fhall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 


156  PSALM     S. 

PSALM    LXXIII.    ver.    22,  3,  6,  17,-20 
XJ?  Long  Metre. 

Theprofperity-offinnen  curfed. 

1  '       ORD,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I, 
ft   J   To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine, 

To  fee  the  wicied  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  mine. 

2  But,  oh  their  end^,  their  dreadful  end  ! 
Thy  fan&uary  taught  me  fo  : 

On  flipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  Hand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
Pli  never  envy  them  again  ; 

There  they  may  (land  with  haughty  eyes, 
'Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain,        * 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys,  how  fad  they  flee  ! 
Like  dreams  as  fleeting  and  as  vain  '7 

Their  fongs  of  fofteft  harmony 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  I  efteem  their  mirth  and  wine 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood  ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God. 

^       PSALM   LXXIII.  Short  Metre. 

The  myjiery  of  Providence  unfolded* 

1  QURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 
*0  Nor  is  religion  vain  ; 

Though  men  of  vice  ^tay  boaft  aloud, 
And  men  of  g^ce^c^nplaim 

2  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 
And  felt  my  heart  repine, 

While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  eyes 
In  robes  of  honour  fhine. 


PSALMS.  157 

3  [Pamper'd  with  wanton  eafe, 
Their  flefh  looks  full  and  fair, 

Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  flowing  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  f^ojn  the  plagues  and  pains 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Through  all  their  life  oppreilion  reigns? 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  plafpheme 

The  everlafting  God  : 
Their  malice  blafts  the  good  man's  name, 
And  fpreads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tears 

IndulgM  my  doubts  to  rife*: 
"  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
"  The  things  below  the  ikies  ?] 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpenfe, 
'Till  to  thy  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  juftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  power 
Did  my  miftake  amend  : 

I  view'd  the  fmners  life  before, 
feut  here  I  learnt  their  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'ry  deep 
The  thoughtlefs  wretches  go  1 

And,  oh  !  that  dreadful  fiery  deep 
'  That  waits  their  fall  below  ! 

10  Lord,  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 
My  thoughts  no  mere  repine  : 

I  call  my  God  tion  now, 

And  all  my  pjweriare  ihine. 


158  PSALMS. 

PSALM     LXXIV.     Common  Metre. 


4 


The   church  f  leading  with   God  under  fore  p  erf e- 
cution. 

i  "^nTT  ILL  God  forever  cad  us  off! 
W       His  wrath  forever  fmoke 
Againft:  the  people  of  his  love — 
His  little  chofen  flock  ? 

2  Think  of  the  tribes  fo  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blood ; 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  ftood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hafte, 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  ; 
See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  wafte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls.  #\ 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  facrg, 

Thy  foes  profanely  rage  ; 
Amid  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
And  there  their  hofts  engage. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfhip  broke  ? 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavieft  flroke 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deflroy 

Thy  children  in  their  reft  ; 
"  Come  let  us  burn  at  once"  (they  cry) 

"  The  temple  and  the  pried." 
n  And,  (till  to  heighten  our  diftrefs, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  : 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  power  and  grace, 

Thy  power  and  grace  are  gone. 
8  No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief, 

But  all  in  filence  mourn  ; 
Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief. 

The  hour  of  thy  return. 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  159 

PAUSE. 

9  How  long,  eternal  God,  how  long ! 

Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  ; 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endlefs  fong, 
And  bear  immortal  fhame  ? 

10  Can'ft  thou  forever  fit  and  hear 

Thy  holy  name  profan'd — 
And  ftill  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  (till  withhold  thy  hand  ? 

1 1  What  ftrange  dehVrance  haft  thou  fhewn 

In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 

12  Thou  didft  divide  the  raging  fea 

By  thy  refill lefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wondrous  way, 
.'And  then  fecure  their  flight. 
i$  li?hot  the  world  of  nature  thine, 
The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  fhine, 
And  mark  the  fun  his  way  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  power  formM  ev'ry  coaft, 

And  fet  the  earth  its  bounds, 
With  fummer's  heat,  and  winter's  froft, 
In  their  perpetual  rounds  ? 

1 5  And  (hall  the  fons  of  earth  and  dud 

That  facred  power  blafpheme  ! 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  form'd  them  firfl 
Avenge  thine  injur'd  name  ? 

16  Think  on  the  covenant  thou  haft  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love 
Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 

17  Our  foes  would  triumph  in  our  blood, 

Ava\  make  our  hope  their  jed  ; 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,  almighty  God, 
Auu  give  thy  chW-  <=n  reft. 
O 


*5o  PSALMS. 

j?f    PSALM     LXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  for  the  return  of  peace. 

i    HPO  thee,  mod  high  and  holy  God, 

j[_       To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raife  ; 
rIhy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad— 
Thy  wondrous  works  demand  our  praife. 
i  To  flav'ry  doom'd,  thy  chofen  fons 
Beheld  their  foes  triumphant  rife  ; 
And,  fore  opprefs'd  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  fought  the  fov'reign  of  the  ikies. 

3  'Twas  then,  great  God,  wit7  equal  power 

Arofe  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace, 
To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  fhore, 
And  lave  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand,  that  form'd  the  reftlefs  main, 

And  rear'd  the  mountain's  awful  heacU 
Bade  raging   feas  their  courfe  reilrain, 
And  defer  t  wilds  receive  their  dead.  Yf 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  fuch  bledings  blow  ;■ 
'Tis  God  the  judge  doth  one  advance, 
'Tis  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fink  their  pride, 

Nor  lift  io  high  their  (cornful  head, 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  af.de, 
And  own  the  empire  God  hath  made. 

- 

r£    P  S  A  L  U     LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Ifrael  ;.  >id  the  dffynians  defrayed ;  or,  God's. 

\irjl    his  enemies  proceeds  from  h:s 
church, 
i    IN  jinlali  God  of  old  was  known; 
in  Ifrael  great  ; 
In  '      :    ly  throne, 

Ana  Zion  was  his  feat. 


PSALMS.  x6i 

2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 

His  dwelling  there  he  chofe ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  juft  complaints 
Again  ft  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Zion  went  his  dreadful  word, 

!       And  broke  that  threat'ning  fpear  ; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 
And  crufti'd  th'  Affyriaa  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ? 
The  hili  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  king  that  ftopp'd  the  breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  ; 
The  men  of  might  deep  fait  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike  hands. 

6  At-xby  rebuke,   O  Jacob's  Go  J, 

•  Both  horfe  and  chariot  fell  : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ?. 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell  ? 

7  What  pow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  fight 

■  When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
When  heav'n  mines  round  with  dreadful  light, 
The  earth  adores  and  fears. 
3  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways 
Comes  down  to  fave  th'  oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  mail  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll  reftrain  the  reft. 

9  [Vows  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring  ; 

Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  $ 
His  terrors  fhake  the  proudeft  king, 
And  fmite  his  armies  down. 

10  The  thunder  of  his  fharp  rebuke   • 

Our  haughty  foes  fhall  feel  ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  ftill.J 


i6z  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXXVII.  Firftpart.  Common  Metre, 

Melancholy  a/faulting,  and  hope  prevailing. 

i   rrO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
Jj_       I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  hour,  when  trouble  rofe, 
And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 
i  Sad  were  my  days,  and  dark  my  nights, 
My  foul  refus'd   relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  the  jufl  and  wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  grief. 

3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  ftill  oppreft, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  my  reft, 
And  kept  my  eyes  awake. 

4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 

'Till  I  could  fpeak  no   more  j 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgments  o'er. 

5  I  catl'd  back  years  and  ancient  times, 

When  I  beheld  thv  face  ; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  tecret  crimes 
That  might  withhold  thy  grace* 

6  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoy'd  before  ; 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind — 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  tie  forever  cad  me  off — 

His  promife  ever  fail  ? 
Has  he  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
Shall  anger  ftill  prevail  ? 

8  Eut  I  forbid  this  hopelefs  thought, 

This  dark,  defpairing  frame, 
Rememb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought  j 
Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame*- 


PSALMS.  163 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 
And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 

Thy  wonders  of  recov'ring  grace, 
When  flefh  could  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwelt  with  juftice  on  the  throne  ; 
And  men  that  love  thy  word 

Have  in  thy  fandtuary  known 
The  counfels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM     LXXVII.    Second  part.  Common 
&*?  Metre. 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providence  ;  or,  If- 
rael  delivered  from  .Egypt,  and  brought  to  Ca- 
naan, 

1  "  T  TOW  awful  is  thy  chaining  rod  V* 
JLJL     (May  thy  own  children  fay  :) 

"  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreadful  God ! 
*cTHow  holy  is  his  way  V* 

2  Fll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 
Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above  ; 

I'll  hear  his  ancient  wonders  told, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  love. 

3  He  faw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 
With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 

Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry  ; 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 

4  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  feem'd 
Abandon'd  to  their  foes  ; 

But  his  almighty  arm  redeem5 d 
The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 

5  From  ilavifh  chains  he  fets  them  free, 
They  follow  where  he  calls  ; 

He  bade  them  venture  through  the  fea3 
And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 
O    2 


P     S     A     L     M 

6  T  rs  faw  thee,  mighty  Gc 

The  waters  law  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 

To  make  thine  armies  room. 

:ange  was  thy  journey  through  the  fea, 
Thy  footfieps,  Lord,  unknown  f 
Terrors  attend  the  wondrous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 

[8  Thy  voice  with  terror  in  the  found 
Through  clouds  and  darknefs  broke  ; 

Ail  heav'nin  lightning  fhone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  fhook. 

9  Thine  arrows  through  the  ikies  were 

How  glorious  is  the  Lord ! 
Surprife  and  trembling  feis'd  the  won 

And  all  his  faints  ador'd. 

to  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock. 

And,  fafe  by  Mofes'  hand, 
Through  a  dry  defer t  led  his  flosk 

To  Canaan's  promis'd  land,  j 

S  A  L  M  LXXVIII.  Firft  part.  Common 
>?<&  Metre. 

Providence  of 'God  recorded  ;  or,  Pious  edi 

2nd  infiruclion  of  children.    , 

i   T     ET  cl  ildren  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
JL.J  ■  Ood  perform'd  of  eld, 

Dur  younger  years  we  law, 
And  which  thers  told. 

his  glories  known ;  - 

e  : 
•is  wonders  down 

ice, 


PSALM 

3  Our  lips  fhali  tell  them  to.  our  fons, 
And  they  again  to  their's , 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heir;-. 

4  Thus  fliall  they  learn.in  God  alone 
Their  hope  fecurely  ftands, 

That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  worj 
But  pra&ife  his  commands. 

PSALM    LXXVIIL    Second  part, 
^<r        Common  Metre,. 

IfraeP s  rebellion  and  punijhment;  or>  Tbefim 
and  chaftifements  cf  God's  people. 

1   £7X  WHAT  a  ftifF rebellious  houfe 
:  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
eir  own  mod  folemn  vows, 
jir  Maker's  grace ! 

:-  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 
d  his  laws  defpife  ; 

rorks  he  wrought  to  prove, 
er  before  their  eyes ! 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  'light 
From  his  avenging  hand  : 

readful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  11  ub born  land  ! 

hey  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty 
.'d  with  fafety  through, 

:i  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  w 
*Till  they  had  'ica^d  the  foe, 

5  A  world  r: 
Cc> 

leading  fire  ghfc 


*66  PSALMS. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirft  fupply'd  j 
The  gufhing  waters  flow'd 

And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
Along  the  defart  road. 

7  Yet  they  provok'd  the  Lord  Mod  High, 
And  dar'd  diflruft  his  hand  : 

"  Can  he  with  bread  our  hoft  fupply 
"  Amidft  this  barren  land  ?" 

8  The  Lord  with  indignation  heard, 
And  caus'dhis  wrath  to  flame  j 

His  terrors  ever  (land  prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

PSALM  LXXVIII.  Third  part.  Common 
>£  Metre. 

The  punijhment  of  luxury  and  intemperance  ;  'or, 
Chajiifement  a?idfalvation. 

1  TTTHEN  Ifrael  finn'd  the  Lord  reprov'o/ 

\ V     And  fill'd  their  hearts  with  dread  ? 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd, 
And  fent  them  heavenly  bread. 

2  He  fed  them  with  a  lib'ral  hand, 
And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 

He  gave  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provifion  down. 

3  The  manna,  like  a  morning  fhow'r, 
Lay  thick  around  their  feet ; 

The  food  of  heav'n,  fo  light,  fo  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angels'  meat. 

4  But  they  in  murm'ring  language5  faid, 
"  Is  manna  allourfeaft  ? 

"  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  bread  > 
"  We  mull  have  flefh  to  tafte.5> 


PSALMS.  167 

5  "  Ye  (hall  have  flefh  to  pleafeyour  Iuft," 
The  Lord  in  wrath  reply'd  ; 

And  fent  them  quails,  like  fand,  or  dull, 
ELap  o  up  on  every  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire  ; 
Ami.  greedy  a      hey  ted, 

His  vengeance  bunu  with  facred  fire, 
r-.nd  fmote  the  rebels  dead. 

7  Vv  hen  fome  were  flain,  the  reft  returu'd, 
And  fought  the  Lord  with  tears  ; 

Under  the  rod  they  feai'u  and  mourn' d 
But  foon  forgot  their  fears. 

8  Oft  he  chaftis'd  and  flill  forgave, 
'Till,  by  his  gracious  hand, 

The  nations  he  refolv'd  to  fave 
Puflefs'd  the  promis'd  land, 

PSALM  LXXVIII.  ver.  32,  iffc.  Fourth 
part.  Long  Metre. 

Backfliding  and  forgive  nefs  ;  or,  Sin  punijhed,  and 
faints  javed, 

1  iO  RE  AT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove, 
VJF  By  turns  thine  anger  and  thy  love  ? 
There,  in  a  glafs,  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  fickle  and  how  falfe  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 

The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought ! 
Then  they  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  fear  his  pow'r,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  confum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  ; 
A  tedious  march  through  unknown  ways 
Wore  out  their  ftrength  and  fpent  their  days. 


168  PSALM 

4  Oft,  when  they  faw  their  brethren  fiain, 
They  mourn'd,  and  fought  the  Lord  again  ; 
Call'd  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer,  and  their  God. 

5  Their  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife, 
As  flatt'ring  words,  or  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Falfe  to  his  cov'nant  and  his  love. 

6  Yet  could  his  fov'reign  grace  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deferv'd  to  live  -, 
His  anger  oft  away  he  turn'd, 

Or  elfe  with  gentle"  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frail, 
He  faw  temptations ,'ftill  prevail ; 
The  God  of  Abra'm  lov'd  them  flil.1,  ' 
And  led  them  to  his  holy  hill. 

*?q       PSALM  LXXIX.    Long  Metre. 

/  For  the  dijlrefs  of  war. 

i   TOEHOLD,  ()  God,  what  cruel  foes  ^ 

j[3  Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  \ 
Thy  holy  temple  (lands  denTd, 

In  duft  thy  facred  walls  are  laid. 

cl  Wide  o'er  the  vallies  drench'd  in  blood, 
Thy  people  falPn  in  death  remain  ; 

The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  flefh  devour, 
And  favage  beafls  divide  the  flain. 

3  Th*  infulting  foes  with  impious  rage, 
Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face ; 

"  Where  is  your  God  of  boafted  power, 
"  And  where  the  promife  of  his  grace.'5 

4  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 
Oh  hear  the  mournful  captives  figh, 

And  let  thy  fov'reign  power  reprieve 
The  trembling  fouls  condemn'd  to  die. 


PSALMS,  169 

5  Let  thofe  who  dar'd  t'  infult  thy  reign, 

Return  difmay'd  with  endlefs  fhame, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 
Shall  from  thy  vengeance  learn  thy  name. 

6  So  (hall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 

Eternal  fong*  of  honour  raife, 
And  every  future  age  fhall   tell 

Thy  fov'reign  power,  and  pard'ning  grace, 

£#      PSALM     LXXX.     Long  Metre. 

The    Church's  prayer  under   affltclion    ;    or,    The 
vineyard  of  God  wafted. 

1  f^i  RE  AT  Shepherd  of  thine  Tfrael, 
Ajf  Who  didft  between  the  cherubs  dwell, 
And  led  the  tribes,  thy  chofen  fheep, 

.  Safe  through  the  defart  and  the  deep. — 

2  "Thy  "church  is  in  the  defart,  Lord, 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  light  afford  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reflore,., 
We  (hall  be  fav'd  and  iigh  no  more. 

3  Great  God  whom  heav'nly  hofts  obey,. 
How  long  mall  we  lament  and  pray, 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ?  ' 
How  long  mall  thy  fierce  anger  burn  ? 

4  InHead  of  wine  and 'cheerful  bread, 

Thy  faints  with  their  own  tears  are  fed  ; . 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reflore, 
We  mall- be  fav'd  and.llgh  no  more. 

Pa  u  s  e     the    fir  ft*.  ' 

.1 

5  Hall  thou  not  pla^fpd  with  r*riy  hands 

A  lovely  vine  in  neatpenTkncIi 

Did  not  thy  power  I  it  found* 

And  heav'nly  cfewVei  /'ground? 


i;o  PSALMS: 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  fhoot, 
And  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit  ? 
But  now  dear  Lord  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  vine,  that  lovely  tree, 

7  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defac'd  ? 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wade  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  againft  her  join, 
And  every  beaft  devours  the  vine. 

8  Return,  almighty  God,  return  ; 

Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhail  be  fav'd,  and  figh  no  more. 

P  a  u  s  s.    the    fecond. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in  Canaan  grew, 
Thou  waft  its  ftrength,  and  glory  too  ! 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  foes, 

'Till  the  fair  branch  of  promife  rofe. 

io  Fair  branch,  ordain'd  of  old  to  (hoot 
From  David's  (lock,   from  Jacob's  root  ; 
Himfelf  a  nobler  vine,  and  we 
The  leflfer  branches  of  the  tree. 

1 1  'Tis  thy  own  Son  ;  and  he  fhall  (land, 
Girt  vvith  thy  ftrength  at  thy  right  hand  ; 
Thy  firft-born  Son,  adorn'd  and  bleis'd 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  O  !  for  his  fake,  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  on  thy  churches,  left  they  die  ; 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd  and  iigh  no  more. 


P    6     A    L     M     S.  171 

PS  ALM  LXXXI.  vcr.  1,  3,— 16.  Short  Metre. 

The  warning  of  God  to  his  people  ;  or,  Spiritual 
3fV      blejjings  and  punijhments. 

1  OING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
1^  And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 

God  is  our  ftrength,  our  Saviour  God  ^ 
Let  Ifrael  hear  his  voice. 

2  u  From  idols  falfe  and  vain 

"  Preferve  my  rights  divine  : 
"  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 
"  Of  fiavery  and  of  fin, 

3  c<  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well  ; 
li  But  if  ye  will  refufe  your  God, 
"  If  Ifrael  will  rebel ; 

4  "  I'll  leave  them,"  faith  the  Lord, 

"  To  their  own  lufts  a  prey. 
"  And  let  them  run  the  dang'rous  road  ; 
a  'Tis  their  own  chofen  way. 

5  "  Yet,  O  i  that  all  my  faints 

"  Would  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
"  Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
cc  And  bid  their  hearts  rejoice: 

6  "  While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 

"  I'll  richly  feed  my   flock, 
"  And  they  mall  tafte  the  ftreatn  that  flows 
"  From  their  eternal  rock." 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIL     Long  Metre. 
God     the    fuprcme    governor,;      or,     MagiJUr 
$f^      ivarncd. 

1      \  MONO  th'  a^cmblics  of  the  great, 
jlJL      A  greater  ruler  takes  his  feat  ; 
The  Gxl  of  heav'n,  as  judge,  fervevs 
Thole  gods  on  earth,  and  ail  their  ways. 


i?2  PSALMS. 

*  Why  will  ye  frame  opprefTive  laws  ? 

Or  why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe  ? 

*  When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poor, 

1  hat  foes  may  vex  the  faints  no  more. 

3  They  know  not,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  \ 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

Per  they  mall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  A  rife,  O  Lord,  and  let  thy  Son 
PofTefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  is  our  judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM    LXXXIII.     Short  Metre, 

^L J      A  complaint  againft  perfecuiors.  < 

i       A   ND  will  the  God  of  grace 
Jf\_     Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  jufticehold  his  peace,       '  4jti, 
And  let  his  vengeance  fleep  ? 
i  Behold  what  curled  fnares 
The  men  of  mifchief  fpread 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  and  thee 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head. 

5  Againft  thy  hidden  ones, 

Their  counfeis  they  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye, 

Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 
[  "  Come,  let  us  join,"  they  cry, 

*•'  To  root  them  from  the  ground, 
"  'Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain, 

"  Nor  mem'ry  (hall  be  found." 
;  Awake,  almighty  God, 

And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 
Give  them,  like  torefts,  to  the  fire, 

Or  frubble  to  the  wind. 


PSALMS.  173 

Convince  their  inadnefs,  Lord, 

And  make  them  ieck  thy  name  ; 
Orelfe  their  ftubborn  rage  confound, 

That  they  may  die  in  fhame. 
Then  ihall  the  nations  know 

Thy  glorious  dreadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 

And  thou  the  fov'reignLord. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.  Firftpavt.  Long  Metre. 

OLf     The  pica/are  of  public  worjhip. 

OW  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair, 
0  Lord  of  hods,  thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  Jong  defire  my  fpirit  faints 
\  T,o  meet  th5  afTembiies  of  thy  faints.  k     V 

2  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !  my  King  !  why  mould  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  The  fparrow.  chufes  where  to  rePc, 
And  for  her  young  provides  her  neft  ; 
But  will  my  God  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  children  want  ? 

4  Blefs'd  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
Around  thy  throne  above  the  iky  >  ' 
Thy  brighter!  glories  mine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praife  and  love. 

5  Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays,  - 
And  feek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

6  Blefs'd  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  ftrength  ;  and  through  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper  God. 


174  PSALM     S. 

7   Cheerful  they  walk  with  growing  ftrength, 
'Till  all  mall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length, 
'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIV.  Second  part.  Common 
cy/j       Metre. 

God  and  his  church  ;  or,  grace  and  glory. 

i    /fr^f  REAT  God,  attend,  while  Zion  fmgs 
Ijr     The  joy  that  from  thy  prefence  fprings  : 
To  fpend  one  day  with  thee  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

a  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day  ; 
'God  is  our  fhield  !  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  ailaults  of  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without  and  foes  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  God  bellow, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  ! 
Ke  gives  us  all  things,  and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God,  our  King,  whofe  fov'reign  fway 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heaven  obey, 

And  devils  at  thy  prefence  flee, 
Blefs'd  is  the  man  that  trufts  in  thee. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.  ver.  i,  2,  3,  10,  paraphrafed. 

<£//      Common  Metre. 
Delight  in  ordinances  of  worfhip  ;  or,  God  frefent 

in  his  churches. 
1   T^/T  Y  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
1VA      To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 
*Tifi  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  crown, 


PSALMS.*  iys 

2  There  the  great  monarch  of  the  Ikies 
His  faving  pow'r  difplays, 

And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  dove 
Defcends  and  fills  the  place,      [  \ 

While  Chrifl  reveals  his  wondrous  love8 
And  fheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  Tjiere,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  fecrets  of  thy  will  ; 

And  ftill  we  feek  thy  mercies  there, 
And  fmg  thy  praifes  ftill. 


u     s 


5  My  heart  and  rlefh  cry  out  for  thee? 
While  far  from  thine  abode  ; 

When  fhall  I  tread  thy  courts  and  fee 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 

6  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 
And  fuffers  no  remove  ; 

O  make  me  like  the  fparrows  blefs'd, 
To  dwell  but  where  Hove. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 
And  hear  thy  gracious  v  *'.ce, 

Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

•8   Lord,  at  thy  threfbold  I  would  wait., 

While  Jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate, 

Among  the  tents  of  im, 

•9  Could  I  command  the  fpaeious  land. 
And  the  more  bcundleis  fea, 

For  one  ble  Yd  hour  at  tl  y  n-hthaacl- 
I'd  givfi  them  both  away. 

r  2 


t76  PSALMS. 

PSALM  LXXXIV.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

D+1       Longing  for  the  houfe  of  God. 

i   '        ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
1   i  Hew  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpires,  '* 

With  warm  defires, 
To  fee  my  God. 

i  The  fparrow  for  her  young, 

With  pleafure  feeks  a  ne(t,  .  ^ 

And  wand'ring  fwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft: 

My  fpirit  faints,  %~-J 

With  equal,  zeal, 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  the  faints. 

.3  O  happy  fouls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  conftant  fervice  there  ! 

Mhey  praife  thee  flill  ; 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Zion's  hilL 

4  They  go  from  ftrength  to ftrength; 
'lhrough  this  dark  vale  of  uaTS,* 
'lilj  each  arrives  at  length, 
Mill  each  in  hcav'ja  appears, 

O  glorious  feat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet. 


PSALMS.  177 

P       A       U       S       E. 

5  To  fpend  one  facred  day, 

Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thoufand  days  befide  : 

Where  God  reibrts, 
I 'love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door 

Than  (hine  in  courts. 

6  God  is  our  fun  and  fhield. 

Our  light  and  our  defence : 
\Jfith  gifts  our  hands  are  fill'd, 
We  draw  our  bleflings  thence  \ 

He  fliall  bellow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 

And  glory  too. 

jK*'The  Lord  his  people  loves  ; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 

From  thofe  his  heart  approves, 

From  pure  and  pious  fouls  ; 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  boils, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufts 
Alone  in  thee. 

PSALM  LXXXV.  ver.  x,— B.     Firft  part. 
<3fA~    Long  Metre. 

"Waiting  for  an  dnfwsr  to  prayer  ;  or.  Deliverance 
begun  and  completed. 

1   T     ORD,  thou  haft  calFd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
R   A    1  hou  hail  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  5 

So  God  forgave  when  Ifrael  fmn'd, 

And  brought  his  wand'jring  captives  home. 


178  PSALMS. 

2  Thou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 

And  made  thy  fierceft  wrath  abate  : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee, 
And  our  falvation  be  complete. 

3  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 

And  let  thy  faints  in  thee  rejoice : 
Make  known  thy  truth,  fulfil  thy  word  ; 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 

4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  will  fay  ; 

He'll  fpeak  and  give  his  people  peace  : 
But  let  them  run  no  more  aftray, 
Left  his  returning  wrath  increafe. 


P  S  A  L  M  LXXXV.  ver.  9,  &V.  Second  part, 

^^  Long  Metre.  \ 

Salvation  by   Chrijl. 

1  Q  ALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

\J     The  fouls  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  ; 
And  grace,  defcending  from  on  high, 
Frefh  hopes  of  glory  (hall  afford. 

2  Mercy  and  truth  ^  earth  are  met, 

Since  Chrift  the  jLord  came  down  from  heav'n! 
By  his  obedience  fo  complete 

Juftice  is  pleasd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  (hall  abound 

Religion  dwell  on  earth   again, 
And  heav'nly  influence  blefe  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign, 

4  His  right eo-ufnefs  is  gone  before, 

To  give  us  free  acceis  to  God  ; 
Our  wand 'ring  feet  (hall  flray  n:  more, 
But  mark  his  (teps,  and  keep   the  road. 


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PSALMS.  179 

PSALM   LXXXVI.  ver.  8,-13.  Common 

Metre. 
A  general  fang  of  praife  to  God, 

1  A   MONG  the  princes,  earthly  gods, 
Jl\_     There's  none  hath  pov/r  divine  °7 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lord, 

Nor  are  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made  fhall  bring 

Their  ofPrings  round  thy  throne  ; 
For  thou  alone  doft  wondrous  things, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lor'd,  I  would  walk  with  holy  feet  \ 

Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 
And  all  my  wand'ring  thoughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 

4*  Great  is  thy  mercy,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thofe  fweet  wonders  tell, 

How  by  thy  rrace  my  finking  foul 

'Rofe  from  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM     LXXXVII.     Long  Metre. 

The  church  the  birth  place  of  the  faints  ;  or,  Jew: 
and  Gentiles  united  in  the  Chnfiian  church. 

1  g^\  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 

\jy  Foundation  for  his  heavenly  praife  ; 
He  lik'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  (till  in  Zion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  vifits  every  houfe 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows  ; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  ftay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 


180  PSALMS. 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ? 
Wh^t  wonders  are  in  Zion  told? 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  tame  fhall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew : 
Angels  and  men  fhall  join  to  fing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  la/1  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 

As  one  new-bcrn  and  nourinVd  there. 

PSALM     LXXXVIII.     As  the  njih. 

^V    Long  Metre. 

Lofs  of  friends,  and  abjence  of  divine  grate. 

J    i"\  GOD  of  my  falvation,  hear 

\_J     My  nightly  groan,  my  daily  prayer, 

That  dill  employ  my  wafting  breath  \ 
My  foul,  declining  to  the  grave,  # 

Implores  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fave 
From  dark  defpair  and  lading  death. 

2  Thy  wrath  lies  heavy  on  my  foul, 
And  wave^  of  forrow  o'er  me  roll, 

While  duft  and  filence  fpread  the  gloom  : 
My  friends  belov'd  in  happier  days, 
The  dear  companions  of  my  ways, 

Defcend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 

3  As  loft  in  lonely  grief  I  tread 

The  mournful  manfions  of  the  dead, 
Or  to  fome  throng'd  aflembly  go  : 
Through  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
While,  here  forgotten  there  unknown, 
The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 


PSALMS.  i3i 

4  And  why  will  God  negleft  my  call  ? 
Or  who  (hall  profit  by  my  fall, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
Can  dud  and  darknefs  praifethe  Lord.? 
Or  wake  or  brighten  at  his  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  heavenly  choirs  ? 

5  Yet,  thro5  each  melancholy  day, 
I've  pray'd  to  thee  and  dill  will  pray, 

Imploring  (till  thy  kind  return — 
But  oh  !  my  friends,  my  comforts,  fied9 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recall  my  wandering  thoughts  to  mourn. 

P  $  A.L  M  LXXXIX.  Firft  Part.     Long  Metre, 

j":  x  -covenant   made  with    Cbrijl ;  or,    The   true 
<&GJ        David. 

i  T^OREVER  mall  my  fong  record 
JL     The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  ; 
Mercy  and  truth  forever  Itand, 
Like  heav'n  eftablifhed  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware  and  faid, 

"  With  thee  my  cov'nant  firft:  is  made  ; 
*c  In  thee  fhall  dying  finners  live  ; 
"  Gioryand  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  prieft  j 
"  Thy  children  fhall  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 

"  Thou  art  my  chofen  king,  thy  throne 
ft  Shall  (land  eternal  like  my  own. 

4  "  There's  none  of  all  mv  fons  above 
"  So  much  my  image  or  my  love  ; 

"  Cjeleftia!  powers  thy  fubjccls  are, 

"  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compere  ? 

5  <;  David,  my  fervent,  whom  I  chofe, 

"  To  guard  my  flock  to  crulli  my  foer  ; 
c*  And  rais'd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
•  "  Was  But  amadowofrnK*  fon.  ' 


182  PSALMS. 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  fing 
Jefus  her  faviour  and  her  king  : 
Angels  his  heavenly  wonders  mow, 
And  faints  declare  his  works  below. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre, 
The  faithfulnefs  of  God. 


*i 


i   ^k  /T Y    never-ceafing  fong  fhall  mow 

JL V JL  The  mercies  of  the  Lord  -, 
And  make  fucceeding  ages  know 

How  faithful  is  his  word. 

2  The  facred  truths  his  lips  pronounce 
Shall  firm  as  heaven  endure  ; 

And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 

Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure.  V*-  • 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  held  . 
The  promis'd  Jewifli  throne  ! 

But  there's  a  nobler  covenant  feal'd 
To  David's  greater  fon. 

4  His  feed  forever  fhall  pofTefs 
A  throne  above  the  fkies  ; 

The  meaneft  fubje&s  of  his  grace 

Shall  to  that  glory  rife.  V  V 

5  Lord  God  of  hofts^  thy  wondrous  ways 
Are  fung  by  faints  above  ; 

And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM  JLXXXIX.  ver.  7,  &V.   Second  part. 

%*Q       Common  Metre. 

The  power  and  majefy  of  God ;  or,  reverential 

ivorfoip. 

j:    ^^TITH  reverence  let  the  faints  appear, 

V  V     And  bow  before  the  Lord, 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  Ucnuie  at  his  word? 


PSALMS.  183 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  fhine  ! 
Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies, 
Or  truth  compar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole  and  fouthern  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand ; 
Darknefs  and  day  from  eaft  to  weft     *    "' 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  boifterous  deep  ; 
Thou  mak'ft  the  ileeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  fleep. 

5  Heaven,  earth,  and  air,  and  fea  are  thine, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell ; 
•  'hey  faw  thine  arm  in  vengeance  mine 
1  When  Egypt  durft  rebel. 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wondrous  is  thy  grace  ! 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 

PSALM   LXXXIX.  ver.  15,  &c.  Third  part. 

Common    Metre. 

A   blejfed  go/pel. 

BLESS'D  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know 
The  gofpel's  joyful  found  ! 
Beace  mall  attend  the  paths  they  go, 

And  light  their  fleps  furround. 
Their  joy  fhall  bear  their  fpirits  up*,  v, 

Thro'  their  Redeemer's  name  ;    \ 
His  righteoufnefs,  exalts  their  hope, 

And  fills  their  foes  with  fhame. 
The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence 

Strength  and  falvation  gives  ; 
Ifrael,  thy  king  forever  reigns, 

Thy  God  forever  lives. 


*? 


i34  PSALM     S. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  ver.  19,  %  Fourth  part. 
£>/  Common  Metre. 

Chrifts  mediatorial  kingdom ;  or,  Jf/x  <#ur#£  <?»</ 

human  nature. 

1  T  T  EAR  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid, 
O     ^nd  niade  his  mercies  known : 
"  Sinners,  behold,  your  help  is  laid 

"  On  my  almighty  fon. 

2  "  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  chofe 

6C  Among  your  mortal  race : 

"  His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 

cc  With  full  fupplies  of  grace. 

3  "  High  fliall  he  reign  on  David's  throne,     l 

"  My  people's  better  king  ; 
"  My  arms  fliall  beat  his  rivals  down, 
"  And  ftili  new  fubjects  bring. 

4  "  My  truth  fliall  guard  him  in  his  way 

"  With  mercy  by  his  fide  ; 
"  While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fea 
"  He  fliall  in  triumph  ride. 

5  "  Me  for  his  father  and  his  God, 

"  He  fliall  forever  own, 
u  Call  me  his  rock,  his  high  abode, 
"  And  I'll  fupport  my  fon. 

6  "  My  nrft-born  fon  array 'd  in  grace, 

"  At  my  right  hand  fliall  fit, 
"  Beneath  him  angels  know  their  place, 
"  And  monarchs  at  his  feet. 

7  Ci  Mv  covenant  ftands  forever  fail, 

"  My  promifes  are  flrong  : 
"  Firm  as  the  heavens  his  throne  fliall  laii, 
"  Ills  feed  endure  as  long." 


t>    S     A    L     M     S.  185 

PSALM    LXXXIX.  ver.  30,  &f.  Fifth  part. 
Common  Metre. 


^ 


The  covenant  of  grace  unchangeable,  or.  Affliction 
without  rejection. 

1   "  ^L7"£T,"  faith  the  Lord,  "  if  David's  race, 
X       "  The  children  of  my  fon, 
<;  Should  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace 
"  And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 

.2  ff  Their  fins  Fll  vifit  with  the  rod, 
"  And  make  their  folly  fmart ; 
"  B»t  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
"  Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  «  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

"  But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
Ci  And  what  my  love  eternal  fpoke, 
"  Eternal  truth  fhall  bind. 

4  ci  Once  have  I  fworn,  (I  need  no  more) 

a  And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 
"  Tofeal  the  facred  promife  fure 
u  To  David  and  his  race. 

5  "  The  fun  mail  fee  his  offspring  rife 

"  And  fpread  from  fea  to  fea, 
ci  Long  as  he  travels  round  the  fkies 
"  To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  "  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 

"  His  kingdom  mail  endure, 
"  'Till  the  fix'd  laws  of  ihade  and  light 
"  Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more." 


1S6  PSALM     S. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.  ver.  47,  &c.  Sixth  part. 
•/fl  Long  Metre. 

/  Mortality  and  hope. 

A  Funeral  Pfalm. 

1  "O  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  (late, 
Jf\     How  frail  our  life,  how  fhort  our  date  ! 
Were  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 

Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death. 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  flefh  and  flrength  repine  and  cry, 
"  Mud  death  forever  rage  and  reign  ! 

"  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain? 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 

"  Are  not  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  duft  ?" 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  fighs, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  duft  arife. 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day, 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  ; 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lerd. 

PSALM    LXXXIX.  ver.  47,  SsV.    Laft  part. 

%<)  As  the  ii3thPftlm. 

Life,  death,  and  the  refurreclion. 

1  nr^HINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 

J|_       How  few  his  hours,  how  fhort  hisfpan  ! 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 

-   With  fkill  to  fly,  or  pow'r  to  fave  ? 

2  Lord,  fhall  it  be  forever  faid, 

"  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow  and  the  duft  V* 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day, 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 
Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  ? 


PSALMS.  1S7 

Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  fon, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heavenly  crown  ? 

But  flefh  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair  ; 
Forever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  refurrection  there. 

Forever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 

Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain  j 
Let  all  below,  and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondrous  love, 

And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen. 

PSALM     XC.    Long  Metre. 
Man  mortal,  and  God  eternal. 


*9° 


A  mournful  fong  at  a  funerah 


1  HpHRO'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God, 

JL       Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  ; 
High  was  thy  throne,  ere  heav'n  was  made, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid. 

2  Long  hadft  thou  reign' d  ere  time  began, 
Or  duft  was  fafhion'd  into  man  ; 

And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  fhall  be  no  more." 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  fentence,  Lord,  wasjuft, 
"  Return  ye  Tinners,  to  your  duft," 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
Like  yefterday's  departed  light  : 
Or  the  laft  watch  of  ending  night,] 

Q  1 


188  PSALM     S. 

PAUSE. 

5  [Death,  like  an  overflowing  flream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream : 
An  empty  tale  ;  a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour.] 

6  [Our  age  to  feventy  years  is  fet ; 

How  fliort  the  time !  how  frail  the  ftate  ! 

And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rather  figh,  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  oh  how  oft  th'y  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  off  our  expected  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread ! 
We  fear,  the  power  that  flrikes  us  dead. J 

8  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ;         ^ 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 

'Till  a  wife  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

P  S  ALM  XC.  ver.  1,-5.  Firft  part.  Common 
0  Metre. 


9 


Man  frails  and  God  eternal. 

1  /~\UR  God,  our  help  in  ages  pafl, 
\J  Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  flielter  from  the  flormy  blaft, 

And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Beneath  the  fliadow  ot  thy  throne 

Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  fure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  order  flood, 

Or  earth  receiv'd  her  frame, 
From  everlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  endlefs  vtars  the  fame. 


PSALMS.  189 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  item  to  duff, 

u  Return,  yefons  of  men;" 
All  nations  rofe  from  eaith  at  firft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  fight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rifing  dawn. 

6  [Thebufy  tribes  of  flefh  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood, 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

,7«Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  ftream, 
Bears  all  its  fons  away, 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Die  at  the  opening  day. 

8  Like^flowery  fields  the  nations  ftand 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light  ; 
The  powers  beneath  the  mower's  hand 
LV  withering  ere  'tis  night.]] 

9  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft. 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  laft, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

PSALM  XC.  ver.  8,  11,  2,  10, 12.  Second  part. 

0  Common  Metre. 


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infirmities  and  mortality  the  effect  of  Jin  ;  or,  Life, 
eld  age,  and  preparation  for  death. 

1   "I"     ORD,  if  thine  eyes  furvey  our  faults, 
I   j     Andjuftice  grows  fevere, 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts. 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 


19®  PSALM    S. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  duft  j 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons   have  loft 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement  flies, 

A  fable  or  a  fong  ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  all  beyond  that  fhort  account 
Is  forrow,  toil  and  pain, 
£5  Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 
Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thefe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tirefome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
O  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  r  C 

T*  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  ac~r.  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM   XC.     ver.  13,  Esfc     Third  part, 

Q  0  Common  Metre. 

'  Breathing  after  Heaven* 

1   |3  ETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return  ; 
JfV     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  \ 
How  long  fhall  we  thy  children  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 
%  Let  heaven  fucceed  our  painful  years, 
Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafe, 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears 
So  make  our  joys  incrcafe. 


PSALMS:  191 

3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  (how, 

Make  thy  own  work  complete  ; 
Then  mail  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  (hall  we  mine  before  thy  throne 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord  : 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

PSALM    XC.    ver.  5,  10,  12;     Short  Metre. 
QO      The  frailty  and  Jkorlnejs  of  life. 

1  '     '   ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
*JLi     Is  tnis  our  mortal  frame  ! 

Our  life!  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  1 

2  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

Th£t  built  our  body  'fir  ft  ! 
And  every  month,  and  every  day, 
'Tis  mould'ring  back  to  dull. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days 
Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet  if  our  days  mud  fly, 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempeftuous  fea  ; 
Soon  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  fhore 
Of  blefs'd  eternity. 


192  *  PSALMS. 

PSALM  XCI.  vcr  i, — 7.  Fir  ft  part.  Long  Metre. 

y  1      Safety  in  public  dlfeafes  and  dangers. 

1  TIE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
J7i  Shall  find  a  mod  fecure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  made, 
And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his  head. 

2  Then  wilM  fay,  "  my  God,  thy  power 
"  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tower  z 
"  I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft 

"  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft." 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare  ; 
From  Satan's  wiles,  who  ftill  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  ways. 

4  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 

From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  blood, 
The  Lord  his  faithful  faints  fhall  guard, 
And  endlefs  life  be  their  reward. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire  ; 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhield  them  with  an  healthful  fhade. 

6  If  vapours  with  malignant  breath 
Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifrael  is  fafe,  the  poifon'd  air 

Grows  pure,  if  Ifraels'  God  be  there. 

p  a  u  s  E. 

7  What  though  a  thoufand,  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path,  ten  thoufand  died, 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 
Amongft  the  dead,  amidft  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 

To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fons  his  careful  eye 
Paft  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 


PSALMS,  "i93 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,    or  fword, 
Receive  commiflion.  from  the  Lord, 
To  ftrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
'Bheir  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blefs'd. 

io  The  fword,  the  peftilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  defire ; 
From  fins  and  forrows  fet  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,  Lord,  to  thee. 

PSALM  XCI.  ver.  9,-1-6.  Second  part. 

Q  /         Common  Metre. 

Protection  from  death,  guard  of  angels,   viclory,  and 
deliverance. 

1  "\7*E  f°ns  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 

Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place, 
And  try  and  trufl  his  care. 

2  No  ill  mail  enter  where  you  dwell ; 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  the  faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angels  charge  to  keep 

Your  feet  in  all  the  ways ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  mail  bear  you  left  you  fall 

And  daili  againft  the  (tones  : 

Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And  fent  t'  attend  his  fons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread ; 

The  .tempter's  wiles  defeat ; 
He  that  hath  bruis'd  the  ferpcnt's  head 
Puts  him  beneath  voiir  feet. 


194  PSALM     S. 

6  "  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 

"  I'll  fave  them,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 
"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fouls  above 
"  Deftruction  and  the  fword. 

7  u  My  grace  mall  anfwer  when  they  call, 

u  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  : 
"  My  power  (hall  help  them  when  they  fall, 
*-*  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 

8  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

"  I  honour  will  in  heav'n ; 
u  There  my  falvation  mall  be  mown, 
"  And  endlefs  life  be  giv'n." 

PSALM  XCII.     Firft  .part.     Long  Metre. 


A  pf aim  for  the  Lord's  day. 


9X 

1  QWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  king, 
•k3  To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  fing, 
To  (hew  thy  love  by  morning  light, !      3% 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night.  ' 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  care  fhall  feize  my  breaft, 
Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found. 

3  My  heart  fhall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works,  and  blefs  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  mine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fohigh  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  5 
Like  grafs  they  flourifh,  'till  thy  breath 
Blaft  them  in  everlafting  death. 

5  But  I  fhall  fhare  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  renn'd  my  heart, 
And  frefh  fupplies  of  joy  are  fhed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head.j 


PSALM    S:  195 

6  Sin,  (my  word  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more  : 
My  inward  foes  mail  all  be  (lain, 
NGr  Satan  break  my  peace  again, 

7  Then  mail  I  fee,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I  defiVd,  or  wifh'd  below  ; 
And  ev'ry  power  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM  XCII.    ver.  12.   SsV.     Second  part. 
<3£        Long  Metre. 

The  church  is  the  garden  of  God. 

1  X     ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  (land 

I    j  In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  feen 
Like  a  young  cedar  frefh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blefs'd  with  thine  influence  from  above  5 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees, 

Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 
5  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live  ; 

(Nature  decays,  but  grace  mud  thrive) 

Time,  that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair, 

Still  makes  themflourifh  ftrongand  fair. 
4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age  they  mew 

The  Lord  is  holy  juft  and  true  ? 

None  that  attend  his  gates  mall  find 

A  God  unfaithful  pr  unkind. 

PSALM  XCIII.     Firfl:  Metre.     As   the  100th 
3         P&lm. 

eternal  and  fovereign  Cod. 


he  e 


JEHOVAH  reigns  :  he  dwells  in  light, 
Girded  with  majefty  and  might  : 
The  world  created  by.  his  hands 
Still  oruts  firfl:  foundation  (lands. 
R 


19S  PSALM     S. 

2  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundation  laid, 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever-living   God.  * 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againfl  the  ikies  ; 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  Forever  fhalJ-thy  throne  endure  ; 
Thy  promife  ftands  forever  fure  : 
And  everlafting  holinefs 
Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM  XCIII.     Second  Metre.     As  the  old 
Q<$       50th  Pfalm. 

1  r  1  ^HE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high ; 

_1_     His  robes  of  ftate  are  flrength  an4  majefty  \ 
This  wide  creation  rofe  at  his  command^ 
Built  by  his  word,  eftablihYd  by  his  hand  : 
Long  ftood  his  throne,  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  foundation. 

2  God  is  th'  eternal  king  ;  thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  ; 
hi  vain  the  florins,  in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againfl  the  fkieS  ; 
Foaming  at  heav'n,    they  rage  with  wild  com- 
motion, 

But   heav'n's   high   arches  fcorn  the   fwelling 
ocean. 

3  Ye  tempefls,  rage  no  more  ;  ye  floods,  be  ft  Ml  ; 
And  thou,  mad  world,  fubmiflive  to  his  will  : 
Built  on  his  truth  his  church  mud  ever  ft  and  ; 
Firm  are  his  promifes,  and  ftrong  his  hand  : 
See  his  ownfons,  when  they  appear  before  him, 
Bow  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 


PSALMS.  197 

PSALM     XCIII.     Third  Metre.  As  the  old 
QCt        i22d  Pfalm. 

1  rTTiHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

And  royal  (late  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd  ; 

Array'd  in  robes  of  light. 

Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 

The  world  fecurely  Hands, 
And  ikies  and  flars  obey  thy  word  ; 

Thy  throne  was  fix'd  on  high 

Ere  liars  adorn'd  the  iky  ; 
Et°  "d$6  thy  kingdom,  Lord. 

*  3  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 

•  Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
Againft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar  ; 
In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

*  The  furly  nations  fight, 

And  dam  like  waves  againft  the  fliore. 

4  Let  floods  and  nations  rage, 
And  all  their  power  engage, 

Let  fwelling  tides  affault  the  iky  \ 
The  terrors  of  thy  frown 
Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 

Thy  throne  forever  (lands  on  high. 

5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 
Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 

There  fix'd  thy  church  {hall  ne'er  remove  ; 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlafting  love. 

Repeat  the  fourth  Jianza  to  complete  the  tune. 


198  P     S     A    L     M     S. 

PSALM  XCIV.  ver.  i,  2,7,-14.  Firft  part. 
y^r  Common  Metre. 


Saints  chaftifed,  andfinners  dejlroyed ;  or,  biftruc* 
five  afflittions. 


1  4T^\  G°d  !  to  whom  revenge  belongs, 
V_jF     Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fovereign  power  redrefs  our  wrongs, 

Let  juftice  finite  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  he*-A  » 

When  will  the  vain  be  wife  ; 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vain, 

And  they  mail  feel  his  power  : 
His  wrath /hall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pain 
In  fome  furprifmg  hour. 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke, 

Thou  haft  a  gentler  rod  ; 
Thy  providence,  thy  facred  book 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bled  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaftife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
Thy  fcourges  make  thy  children  wife 
When  they  forget  thy  law. 

6  But  God  will  ne'er  caft  off  his  faints, 

Nor  his  own  promife  break  j 
Lie  pardons  his  inheritance 
For  their  Redeemer's  fake. 


PSALMS.  199 

PSALM    XCIV.  ver.  16,-23.  Second  part- 

Q£f       Gommon   Metre. 

God  our  fupport  and  comfort ;  or,  Deliverance  from 
temptation  and  perfection. 

1  Vf  7HO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 

W      Againft  my  numerous  foes  ? 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 
And  ail  my  hopes  oppofe. 

2  Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Suftain'd  my  fainting  head, 
My  lifkjiad  now  in  filence  dwelt, 
My  foul  amongft  the  dead. 

3  "Ahsi  my  Aiding  feet!"  I  cry'd, 

Thy  promife  bore  me  up  : 
Thy  grace  flood  conftant  by  my  fide, 
^  And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofom  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Powers  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws  : 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  ikies, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  (hall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 

PSALM     XCV.       Common  Metre, 

y  t>       A  pfalm  before  prayer. 

1   Q  ING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
O     And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice  \ 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 
R  2 


sco  PSALM     S. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 

And  pfalms  of  honour  fing  : 
The  Lord's  a  God  of  boundlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  king. 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  angels  know 

How  mean  their  natures  feem, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  compar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand ; 
He  fix'd  the  feas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  mud  ftand. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  fouls  adore,# 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ;     - 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his'power 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

6  Now  is  the  time,  .he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requeft  ; 
Gome,  left  he  roufe  his  wrath,  and  fwear^  ^ 
"  Yeihall  not  fee  my  reft." 

PSALM     XCV.      Short  Metre. 

S  A  pfalm  before  fermon. 

i    i^l  OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
\^A     And  hymns  of  glory  fing  : 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerfal  king. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  : 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own  : 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 


PSALMS.  201 

4  To  day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  : 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice, 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

5  But  if  your  ears  refufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,  like  ftubborn  Jews, 
That  unbelieving  race — 

6  The  Lord,  in  vengence  drefs'd, 

Will  lift  his  hand  and  fwear, 
"  You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft, 
<c  Shall  have  no  portion  there. " 

PSALM     XCV.     ver.     i,    2,    3,     6—  u< 
0$*       Long     Metre. 

Canaan  loft  through  unbelief :  or,  a  warning  to   de- 
laying/inner  s. 

1  ^""NOME,  let  your  voices  join  to  raife 
%^A     A  facred  fong  of  folemn  praife  : 
God  is  a  fovereign  King  :  rehearfe 
His  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 

2  Come,  let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word, 
He  is  our  fhepherd  ;  we  the  fheep 

His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep, 

3  Come  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day. 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifrael  knew. 

4  Ifrael,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  tempt  their  maker  to  his  face  ; 
A  faithlefs  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 


-202  PSALMS. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  "  How  falfe  they  prove  ? 
"  Forget  my  power,  abufe  my  love  ; 

"  Since  they  defpife  my  reft  I  fwear, 
"  Their  feet  fhall  never  enter  there." 

6  [Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread, 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead, 
Attend  the  offer'd  grace  to  day, 

Nor  lofe  the  bleiTings  by  delay. 

7  Seize  the  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promis'd  reft  ; 
Obey,  and  be  forever  blefs'd.J 

PSALM     XCVI.  ver.  2,  to,  &c.  Common 
a^       Metre. 

Chrifi's  firjl  andfecond  coming. 

1  O  ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 
I /)     Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 

His  new  difcovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong. 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  : 
His  power  the  linking  world  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  feen  ; 
Let  cities  mine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  ikies 

His  glorious  train  difplay  ; 
Ye  mountains  fmk,  ye  valleys  rife, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  be  comes,  he  corn^s  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  tlieir  God  ; 
To  (hew  the  world  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad,. 


P     S     A     L     MS.  203 

6  His  voice  (hall  raife  the  {lumbering  dead, 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near  ; 
But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee  their  judge  appear  P 

P  S  A  L  M     XCVII.     As  the  i^thPfalm. 
Q/T        The  God  of  the  Gentiles. 

1  T*     ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 

_j     To  fing  the  choiceft  pfalm  of  praife> 
To  fing  and  blefs  Jehovah's  name  : 

His  glory  let  the  heathen  know, 

His  wonders  to  the  nations  fhowv  ■ 
And  all  his  faying  works  proclaim. 

2  The  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 

But  here  Jehovah's  name  is' known  j 
Nor  mall  our  worfhip  e'er  be  paid 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  ; 

Our  maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  Iky, 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  j 
His  beams  are  majefty  and  light ; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple. how  divinely  fair  ! 


Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour, 
When  the  earth  (hall  feel  his  faving  power. 

And  barb'rous  natious  fear  his  name  : 
Then  fhall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 


204  T    S     A*   L'    M     S. 

PSALM     XCVII.  ver.   i,— 5.      Firfl  part 

* ^J?         Long    Metre. 
Chrift  reigning  in  heaven,  and  coming  to  judgment. 
E  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns ! 


Praife  him  in  evangelic  drains 
Let  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diftant  iflands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels  and  unknown  ; 
But  grace  and  truth  fupport  his  throne  : 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  ways  furrourid, 
Juftice  is  their  eternal  ground. 

3  In  robes  of  judgment,  lo,  he  comes, 
Shakes  the  wide  earth,  and  cleaves ^the  tombs  \ 
Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, . 

The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire. 

4  His  enemies,  with  fore  difmay, 

Fly  from  the  fight,  and  fhun  the  day  ; 
Then  lift  your  heads,  ye  faints,  on  high, 
And  fing,  for  your  redemption's  nigh. 

PSALM     XCVII.  ver.  6,-9.    Second  part. 
O jT  Long  Metre. 

Chrijl's  incarnation. 

1  T^HE  Lord  is  come,  the  heavens  proclaim 

X       His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  5 
An  unknown  fear  direcls  the  road 
Of  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  ikies, 

Go,  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies  ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thofe  gods  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  j 

But  Zion  fhall  his  glories  fing, 

And  earth  confefs  her  fovereign  king.    . 


P    S     A    L     M    S.  205 

PSALM    XCVII.    Third  part.  Long  Metre. 
$/  Grace  and  Glory. 

1  rTF,H'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky  j 
Though  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  feet, 
His  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat. 

2  O,  ye  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  every  work  of  fin  and  fhame  ; 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends, 
And  from  the  mares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light,  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  the  faints  in  darknefs  fown ; 
Thofe  glorious  feeds  mall  fpring  and  rife. 
And  the  bright  harvefl  blefs  our  eyes. 

4  Rejoice,  ye  righteous  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  foul  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

PSALM   XCVII.  ver.  3,  5,—j,  1 1 .    Common 
#>         Metre. 

ChriJPs  incarnation  and  the  lafi  judgment* 

1  T     ET  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea 
&  J      Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns  : 

His  word  like  fire  prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 

And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 
The  humble  foul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  finner  dies. 

3  The  heavens  his  rightful  power  proclaim ; 

The  idol-gods  around 
Fifl  their  own  worfhippers  with  fhame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 


2o5  PSALMS. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  their  Redeemer  known  ; 
Thus  mail  he  come  to  judge  the  earth. 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foes  (hall  tremble  at  his  Tight, 

And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
'And  leave  the  world  in  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Shall  rife  and  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 

PSALM  XCVIII.  Firft  part.    Common  Metre, 

yo         Praife  for  the  go/pel. 

i  np  O  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 
JL       New  honours  be  addrefs'd  ; 
His  great  falvation  mines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blefs'd. 
£  To  Abraham  -firft  he  fpoke  the  word, 
And  taught  his  numerous  race  ; 
The  Gentiles  own  him  fov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn  to  truft  his  grace. 
3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 
With  all  her  different  tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  honour  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  fongs. 

PSALM  XCVIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

CJ  *$       The  MeJJiah's  coming  and  kingdom, 

i     r  OY  to  the  world — the  Lord  is  come  ; 
J       Let  earth  receive  her  king  : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room,. 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fmg. 


PSALMS.  icy 

2  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Let  men  their  fongs  employ, 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills  and  plains. 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fins  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infefl  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleifings  flow, 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM  XCIX.     Firftpart.     Short   Metre, 

y  j?      ChriJPs  kingdom  and  maje/ty. 

i   r|  ''HE  God  Jehovah  reigns, 
JL     Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
Let  finners  tremble  at  his  throne. 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 

2  Jefus  the  Saviour  reigns, 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  Cherubs  his  attendants  (land. 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  (lands  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  divine, 
His  church  mall  make  his  wonders  known., 
For  there  his  glories  fhine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praife  ! 
juftice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 


y? 


208  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

PSAL  M  XCTX.     Second  part.     Short  Metre* 
A  holy  God  ivorjhipped  with  reverence. 
T?  X  ALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
JL_J  -^nd  worfhip  at  his  feet, 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  Ifrael  was  his  church, 

"When  Aaron  was  his  prieft, 
When  Mofes  cry'd  when  Samuel  pray'd — 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft*  he  forgave  their  fms, 

Nor  would  deflroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft'  he  made  his  vengeance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  dill  the  fame  ; 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holinels, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

P  S  A  L  M    C.  Firft  Metre.   A  plain  tranflation. 
/00         Praife  to  our  creator. 

i   "'^TE  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

j[      Before  the  Lord  your  fov'reign  King  ; 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  fmg. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  :  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life  and  breath  and  being  give  : 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  flieep  that  on  his  paftures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  tongs  of  joy, 

With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair  ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  Dav  vour  thank?  and  honours  there. 


PSA     L     M     S.  109 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  -kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  fure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  (hall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

PSALM     C.     Second  Metre.  A  naraphrafe. 

i   "OEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
j|3     Ye  nations,  bow  with1  facred  joy  j 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone — 
He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 

2  His  fov?reign   power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  : 
And  when,  like  wand'ring  meep,  we  itray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care, 

Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lading  honours  mall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name ! 

4  We'll  "crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  fongs, 

High  as  the  heav'n  our  voices  raife  ; 
And  earth,  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thyxourts  with  founding  praife. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love! — 
Firm  as  a. rock  thy  truth  mull:  fland, 
When  rolling  years  fhall  ceafe  to  move  ! 

PSALM     CI.     Long  Metre. 

/&  f         "The  magiftrate's  pfaltn. 

i  1^  y|*ERCY  and  judgment  are  my  fong  ; 
LVJl     And  fince  they  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gracious  God,  my  righteous  King, 
To  thee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 


210  PSALM     S. 

2  If  I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword  ; 
I'll  take  mycounfel  from  thy  word; 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nly  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

g  Let  wifdom  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  my  God  with  me  refide  : 
No  wicked  thing  mall  dwell  with  me; 
Which  may  provoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  ilander,  rage  and  ftrife 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life  : 

The  haughty  look,  the  heart  of  pride 
Within  my  doors  fhall  ne'er  abide. 

5  [I'll  fearch  the  land,  and  raife  the  ju 
Xo  polls  of  honour,  wealth  and  truit : 

'  The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav 'rites  flill. j 

6  In  vain  (hall  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flattering  or  malicious  lies  ; 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  crew  (that  factious  band) 
Shall  hide  their  heads,  .or  quit  the  land  ; 
And  all  that  break  the  public  reft:, 
Where  I  have  power,  mail  be  fupprefl. 

PSALM     CI.     Common  Metre. 

/Pi        A  pfalm  for  a  mqftcr  of  a  family* 

i    f*\F  juftice  and  of  grace  I  fing, 
\_Jr     And  pay  my  God  my  vow?, 
Thy  grace  .and  juftice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 
2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 
And  make  thy  fervant  wife  ; 
I'll  fuffer  nothing  near  me  there 
That  mall  offend  thine  eyes. 


PSALMS.  itt 

3  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 

By  falfehood  or  by  force, 
The  fcornful  eye,  the  ilanderous  tongue3 
Til  banifh  from  my  doors. 

4  Fllfeek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  will  their  help  enjoy  : 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  mall  trull, 
The  fervants  I'll  employ. 

5  The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit. 

I'll  not  endure  a  night  : 
The  liers  tongue  I'll  ever  hate, 

And  banifh  from  my  fight. 
6"  I'll  pUrge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee ; 
So  mall  my  houfe  be  ever  found 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee. 

PSALM  CII.  ver.   x3 — 13,  20,  21.  Firftpart. 
/#%  Common  Metre. 

A  prayer  of the  afflicted. 

1  T  TEAR  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face, 
JljL     But  anfwer,  left  I  die  : 

Hafl  thou  not  built  a  throne  of  grace, 
To  hear  when  fmners  cry  ? 

2  Like  frnoke  my  wafting  days   depart. 

When  it  diffolves'in  air,  *, 

My  ftrength  is  dried,  my  broken  he%rt 
Is  finking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,  like  withering  grafs 

Burnt  with  exceffive  heat  : 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafi 
And  I  fur  get  to  eat. 

4  As  on  fome  lonely  building's  t-sp 

The  fparrow  tells  her  mo;  n, 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  ami  hep: 
I  fit  and  grieve  alone. 

S  2      , 


ail  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  beafts  of  midnight  howl  ; 
Where  the  fad  raven  finds  her  place, 
And  where  the  fcreaming  owl. 

6  Dark  difmal  thoughts  and  boding  fears 

Dwell  in  my  troubled  bread  : 
Wrhile  marp  reproaches  wound  my  ears  j 
Nor  give  my  fpirit  reil. 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repafl ; 
My  daily  bread,  like  allies,  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord,  t'was  thy  hand  advanc'd  me  high- 
Thy  hand  hath  call  me  down.  r 

9  My  looks  like  wither'd  leaves  appear  ; 

And  life's  declining  light 
•  Grows  faint,  as  ev'ning  fhadows  are. 
That  vaniih  into  night. 

io  But  thou  forever  art  the  fame, 
O  my  eternal  God  -> 
Ages  to  come  mall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpreatl  thy  works  abroad. 

1 1  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  (hew  thy  face* 

Nor  will  my  Lord  delay, 
Beyond  th'  appointed  hour  of  grace 
111  at  long  expected  day. 

12  He  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their   cry 

And,  by  myfterious  ways. 
Redeems  the  prisoners  doom'd  to  dlc^ 
And  fills  their  tongues  with  praife. 


PSALMS.  213 

p  S  A  L  M     CII.  ver.   13, — 21.     Second  part. 
f0%  Common  Metre. 

Prayer  heard,  and  Zion  rejlored. 

1  X     ET  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice — 

f  j     Behold  the  promis'd  hour  : 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice,, 
And  comes  t'exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dufl  and  ruins  that  remain, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Thofe  ruins  mail  be  buik  again. 

And  all  that  duft  fhall  rife. 
^  The 'Lord  will  raife  Jerufaiem, 

And  (land  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  (hall  bow  before  his  name,  <" 

And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  fits  a  fov'reign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dying  pris'ner's  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 

5  He  frees  the  fouls  condemn 'd  to  death, 

And,  when  his  faints  complain, 
It  fhan't  befaid,  "  That  praying  breath, 
"  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

6  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 

And  left  on  long  record  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trufl ;  and  praife  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CII.  ver.  23.-28.     Third  part*' 

j £%.       Long  Metre. 
Man's  mortality,  and  Chrift's  eternity ;  or,  Saints 
die,    bufChrifl  and  the  church  live. 
T  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 


1 


Weakens  our  flrength  amidft  the  race  ) 
JDifeafe  and  death  at  his  command 
£rreft  us>  and  cur  fliort  our  days. 


2i4  PSALMS. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  'let  our  fun  go  down  at  noon  ; 
Thy  years  are  one  eternal  day, 

And  mud  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet,  in  the  midft  of  death  and  grief, 

This  thought  our  forrow  fhall  afluage  ; 
"  Our  Father  and  our  Saviour  live, 
"  Chrift  is  the  fame  thro'  every  age." 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 

Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 
This  earth  grows  old,  thefe  heav'ns  fhall  fade3 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  fky, 

Like  garments,  mail  be  laid  afide  : 
But  dill  thy  throne  (lands  firm  and  high  ; 
Thy  church  forever  mufl  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face,  thy  church  fhall  live; 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign  ; 
This  dying  world  fhall  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM  CIII.  ver.   i,— 7.  Fir  ft  part.  Long 

//?$      ' Metre- 

Blcjfmg  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body* 

LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living  God, 
Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 
Blefs,  O  my  foul,  the  God  of  grace  -7 
His  favours  claim  the  highell  praiie  ; 
Why  mould  ungrateful  iilence  hide 
The  bleiiings  which  his  hands  provide  ! 
'lis  he,  my  foul  that  lent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  coae  : 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 


PSALMS.  215 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels — 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wafting  life  from  threatening  graves* 

5  Our  youth,  decay }d  his  power  repairs  y 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  ; 
He  fills  our  ftore  with  every  good, 
And  feeds  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  food, 

6  He  fees  th'  opprefTor  and  th'  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  furr 'rers  reft  : 
But  will  his  juftice  more  dii'play 

In  the  laft  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  power  he  fnew'd  by  Mofes'  hands, 
And  gave  to  lirael  his  commands  ; 

#  Bu:  lent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
,  To  ail  the  nations  by  his  Son.] 

8  Let  the  whole  earth  his  power  confefs- — 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  mail  join 

In  wojkand  worfhip  fo  divine. 

P  S  A  L  M     GUI.     Second  part.  Long  Metre, 

God's  gentle   chaftijement ;   or,  His   tender  mercy 
/#3  t0  his  people. 

1  ^r^HE  Lord,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways ! 

JL     How  firm  his  truth,  how  large  his  grace! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  fo  high  his  power  hath  fpread 
The  ftarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  placed 
The  rifing  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves* 


2i6  PSALMS, 

4  How  flow  his  awful  wrath  to  rife  ! 
On  fwifter  wings  falvation  flies  ; 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn ! 

5  Amidft  his  wrath  compafTion  fhines ; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  : 
And,  while  his  rod  corrects  his  faints, 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 

6  -So  fathers  their  young  fons  chaflife, 
With  gentle  hands  and  melting  eyes  ; 
The  children  weep  beneath  the  (mart, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart. 


u 


7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juft, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  dud  ; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  firength  that  he  beftows. 

8  He  knows  how  foon  our'nature  dies, 
Blailed  by  every  wind  that  flies  : 
Like  grafs  we  fpring,  and  die  as  foon, 
Or  morning  flowers  that  fade  at  noon. 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure 

To  all  the  faints,   and  mail  endure  ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  (hall  reign* 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

PSALM    CI1I.    ver.  i,— 7.    Firft  part.  Short 
/#  J  Metre. 

Praife  for  temporal  and fpiritual  mercies, 

1   /"\H  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul! 
\^f     Let  all  within  me  join 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name, 
Whofe  favours  are  divine. 


* 


PSALMS.  C17 

3  Oh  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul : 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs, 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

5Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
*Tis  he  that  heals  thy  fickneffes, 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom'd  from  the  grave  ; 
He  that  redeem'd  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fov'reign  power  to  lave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good : 

He  gives  the  fuff'rers  reft  ; 
The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th*  opprelt. 

6  His  wondrous  works  and  ways 

He  made  by  Mofes  known  ; 
But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM    CHI.  ver.  8,— 18.     Second  part, 
/#3  Short  Metre. 

Abounding  companion  of  God ;    or,  Mercy  in  tbe 
midji  if  judgment. 

Y  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 
Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great  \ 
Whole  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife,  - 
So  ready  to  abate. 

God  will  not  always  chide, 

And,  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crim:s? 

And  lighter  than  our  guilt. 


■art  PSALMS. 

3  High  as  the  heav'ns  are  rais'd 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thoughts  exceed. 

4  His  power  fubdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel — 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 

Scattered  with  every  breath  :  \ 

His  anger  like  a  rifing  wind    ■ 

Can  fend  us  fwift  to  death.  / 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower ! 
If  one  fharp  blaft  fweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

S  But  thy  compailions,  Lord, 
To  endlefs  years  endure; 
And  children's  children  ever  find. 
Thy  words  of  promife  fare. 

PSALM    CIII.    ver.   19,-22.    Third  part* 

/O^  Short  Metre. 

God's  unlverfal  dominion  ;   or,  Angels  praifi   the 

Lord, 

1    t  I  '1HE  Lord,  the  fov'reign  king, 
i       Hath  fix'd  his  throne  on  high, 
O'er  all  the  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  ikv. 


PSALMS,  2i() 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hods,  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  king, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  wondrous  works, 

Through  his  van:  kingdom  ihew, 
Their  Maker's  glory,  thou,  my  foul, 
Shall  fing  his  graces  too. 

//^        PSALM     CIV. 

Th    glory  of  God  in  Creation  and  Providence, 
i    ]^  /|"Y  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife, 

jLVJL    When  cloth'd  in  his  celeftial  rays, 

He  in  full  majefty  appears, 

And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 
Note.     This  pfalm  may  be  Jung  to  the  tune  of  the  old 

i'i2th  or  i2jtb  pfalm,  by  adding  thefe  two  Lines 

to  every  flanza — viz. 

"  Great  is  the  Lord  !  what  tongue  can  frame 
-  "  An  equal  honour  to  his  name  !'" 

Otherwife  it  muft  be  fung  as  the  looth  pfalm* 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  fpread  > 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  : 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,  when  he  flies 
On  winged  dorms  acrofs  the  ikies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
His  miniders,  are  flaming  fires : 

And  fwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundation  by  his  hand 
Is  pois'd,  and  mail  forever  fland  j 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Led  it  fliould  drown  the  earth  again. 

T 


22o  P     S     A    L     M     S. 

5  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  the  flood, 
"Which  high  above  the  mountains  ftood, 
lie  thunder'd,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confm'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 

6  The  fwelling  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  walk  their  round  ; 
Refreihing  ftreams,  by  fecret  veins, 
Break  from  the  hills,  and  drench  the  plain. 

7  He  bids,  the  chryftal  fountains  flow, 
And  cheer  the  valleys  as  they  go  : 
There  gentle  herds  their  third  allay, 
And  for  the  ftream  wild  afles  bray. 

8  From  pleafant  trees,  which  fhade  the  brink., 
The  lark  and  linnet  like  to  drink  ; 

Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 
And  chide  our  filence  in  his  praife. 

pause  the  firft. 

9  God,  from  his  cloudy  cittern,  pours 
On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  mowers : 
The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  field 

A  thoufand  joyful  bleflings  yield. 

i  o  He  makes  the  grafly  food  arife 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
With  herbs  for  man,  of  various  power, 
To  nouriih  nature,  or  to  cure. 

1 1  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  pleating  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 

12  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  fpread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  (tores  with  bread  ; 
While  food  our  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
Let  daily  praife  infpire  our  hearts. 


PSALMS.  221 

pause  the  fecond. 

13  Behold  the  (lately  cedar  (lands, 
Rais'd  in  the  foreft  by  his  hands  ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fhelter  fly, 
And  build  their  neils  fecure  on  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat  ; 
v     And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 

The  feeble  creatures  make  their  ceil—- 
He  gives  them  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fetthe  fun  his  circling  race, 
"Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  r 

And,  when  thick  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wild  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  their  young  abroad, 
And  roaring  aik  their  meat  from  God  j 
But  when  the  morning  beams  arife, 
The  favage  bead  to  covert  flies. 

1 7  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  : 
The  night  was  made  for  his  repofe ; 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 
From  tirefome  toil  and  wafting  grief. 

1 3  How  (Irange  thy  works !  how  great  thy  {kill ! 
While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill : 
Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

19  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  filh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wondrous  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  mips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monflers  play  -y 
The  huge  leviathan  refides, 

And,  feariefs,  fports  amid  the  tides. 


222  PSALMS. 

pause  the  third. 

21  Vaft  are  thy  works,  almigfity  Lord, 
All  nature  reds  upon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  (land, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hand. 

22  While  each  receives,  his  difF'rent  food, 
Their  cheerful  voice  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  praife  in  difF'rent  forms. 

23  But  when  thou  hid'ft  thy  face,   they  mourn. 
And,  dying,  to  their  duft  return  : 

Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  iQfign  >  \ 
Life,  breath,  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 

24  Yet  thou  canfl  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  world  with  beaft  and  men ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waft e  of  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,  the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honor'd  with  his  own  delight ; 
Kow  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  i 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

25  The  earth  (lands  trembling  at  thy  ftroke, 
And  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  fmoke  \ 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  face, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  fov'reign  grace. 

27  In  thee  mv  hopes  and  wifhes  meet, 
And  make  my  meditations  fweet  ; 
Thy  praifes  mall  my  breath  employ, 
Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

20  While  haughty  fmners  die  accurft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft, 
I  to  my  God,  my  heav'nly  King, 
Immortal  hallelujahs  ting. 


PSALMS.  223 

PSALM    CV.     Abridged.     Common  Metre. 

God's  conduct  to  Ifrael,  and  the  plagues  of  Egypt. 

1   ^^1  IVE  thanks  to  Cod,  invoke  his  name, 
\JT     And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  fame, 
That  all  may  feek  his  face. 
■2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 
For  num'rous  ages  paft. 
To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 
In  equal  force  fhall  lad. 

3  He  fware  to  Abra'm  and  his  feed, 

And  made  the  blefling  fure  : 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 
<•  And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  "  Thy  feed  ihall  make  all  nations  blefs'd  -9 

(Said  the  Almighty  voice) 
ic  And  Canaan's  land  fhall  be  thy  reft, 
C£  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

5  [How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace  S 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  flrangers  in  the  place, 
A  fmall  and  feeble  band  ! 

6  Like  pilgrims,  through  the  countries  round, 

Securely  they  remov'd ; 
And  haughty  kings  that  on  them  frown'd, 
Severely  he  re^rov'd. 

7  u  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 

"  Shall  foon  avenge  the  wrong! 
"  The  man  that  does  my  prophets  harm, 
c;  Shall  know,  their  God  is  flrong. 
8.  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 
"  Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  : 
f6  Ifrael  muff  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
f  And  be  th*  Almighty's  care." 
T  2 


224  PSALMS, 

pause  the  firft. 

9  When  Pharaoh  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints, 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Mofes  was  fent,  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

io  He  call'd  for  darknefs,  darknefs  came 
Like  an  o'erwhelming  flood  -y 
He  turn'd  each  lake,  and  ev'ry  ftream 
To  lakes  and  itreams  of  blood. 

j  i  He  gave  the  fign,  and  noifome  flies 

Through  the  whole  country  fpread  j  i 
And  frogs,  in  baleful  armies,  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed. 

12  Through  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 

The  tenfold  vengeance   flew  : 
Locufts  in  fvvarms  devour'd  their  trees, 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 

13  Then,  by  an  angels  midnight  ftroke, 

The  flow'r  of  Egypt  died  : 
The  (Irength  of  ev'ry  houfe  he  broke, 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  "  Now  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

"  Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 
Si  Ifrael  mud  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
*c  And  be  the  Almighty's  care. 

pause  the  fecond. 

15  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bondage  freed, 

And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
Rich  with  Egyptian  fpoils  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 


PSALMS.  225 

1 6  The  Lord  himfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 

And  mark'd  their  journeys  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  third  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  foli'wing  (till  the  courfe  they  took, 
Ran  all  the  defart  through. 

18  O  wondrous  dream  !  O  bleffed  type 

Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
So  Chrifi  our  rock  maintains  our  life 
And  aids  our  wand'ring  race. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand? 

The  chofen  tribes  poffefs'd 
Canaan  the  rich,  the  promis'd  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 

20  "  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

44  The  church  renounce  her  fear  ; 
iC  Ifrael  mud  live  through  ev'ry  age, 
44  And  be  th'  Almighty's  care." 

PSALM  CVI.  ver.   1—5.  Firftpart, 
/0  6       Long  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  ;  or,  Communication  with  faints* 

1  f  §  ^O  God  the  great,  the  ever  blefs'd 

JL     Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addrefs'd  : 
His  mercy  firm  forever  (lands  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  % 
Who  (hall  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  ? 
Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  (till, 
And  pay  their  duty' to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race  thy  chofen  feed  ; 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneic  fuppliaat  of  thy  grace. 


226  PSALMS. 

4  O  may  J  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  thy  triumphs  with  my  voice! 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM  CVI.  ver.  7,  8,   12,— 14,  43— 48. 
/0  6     Second  part.  Short  Metre. 

Ifrael  punijhed  and  pardoned  ;  or,  God? s  unchanged 
able  love* 

1  /^  OD  of  eternal  love, 
\jpr.  How  fickle  are  our  ways ! 

And  yet  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
Thy  conftancy  of  grace  ! 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  ;  • 

But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murmur'd  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  wrord, 
While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ; 

Now  writh  their  lufts  provoke  the  Lord^ 
And  he  reduc'd  them  low. 

4  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 
He  hearken'd  to  their  groans, 

Brought  his  ov/n  cov'nant  to  his  thoughts, 
And  caird  them  (till  his  fens. 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 
He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes  : 

Oft  he  chafti's'd  but  ne'er  foriook 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 

6  Let  Ifrael  blefs  the  Lord, 
Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race  ; 

And  Chriftians  join  the  folemji  word 
Amen  to  all  the  praife. 


PSALMS.  227 

PSALM  CVII.    Firft  part.   Long  Metre. 

Jfraelledto  Canaan,  and  Chrijlians  to  heaven. 

1  >^  IVE  thanks  to  God  ;  he  reigns  above  ? 
\jp  Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  } 
His  mercy  ages  pad  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  (hail  own.  ^ 

2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Ifrael,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 
And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  foes 

£3  When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke, 
And  freed  them  from  th'  Epyptian  yoke, 
They  trac'd  the  defert,  wand'ring  round 
A  wild  and  folitary  ground. 

4  There  they  could  find  no  leading  road, 
Nor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode  : 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  affuage 
Their  burning  third,  or  hunger's  rage* 

5  In  their  diftrefs  to  God  they  cry'd, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around, 

And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground, 

6  Thus,  when  our  firfl  releafe  we  gain, 
From  fin's  old  yoke  and  Satan's  chain, 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footfleps  left  we  ftray, 
He  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heav'nly  land. 

8  O  let  the  faints  with  joy  record 

The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  ! 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 


228  PSA     L     M     S. 

PSALM  CVII.  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

f"y       Correction  for  fn,  and  releaje  by  prayer. 

l  "FT1  ROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 
JL     God  and  his  grace  are  dill  the  fame  j 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  every  good. 

a  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rife 
Againfl  the  God  who  rules  the  ikies, 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord, 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground. 
-And  no  deliv'rer  mail  be  found  ; 

Laden  with  grief,  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs  and  the  lhades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  Hghrarife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  made 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 

And  lets  the  fmiling  pris'ners  through  \ 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  lab'ring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !  how  kind  his  ways  1 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM  CVII.  Third  part.  Common  Metre. 
Intemperance  punijhed  and  pardoned  ;  or,  a  pfalm 
*/£/?        for  the  glutton  and  the  drunkard. 
i  "T  TAIN  man,  on  foolifhpleafures  bent, 
\      Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment  } 
What  pains  what  loathfome  maladies, 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife. 


PSALMS.  229 

The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wade, 

Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  his  tafte  ;  > 

Till  all  his  active  pow'rs  are  loft, 

And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  duft. 

The  glutton  groans  and  loathes  to  eat, 

His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 

Nature,  with  heavy  loads  opprefs'd, 

Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 
.  Then  how  the  frighten'd  Tinners  fly 

To  God  for  help  with  earned  cry  ! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath. 

And  faves  them  from  approaching  death. 
;  No  med'cines  could  effecl  the  cure 

So  quick,  fo  eafy,  or  fo  fure  : 

The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 

He  fends  his  fov'reign  word  and  heals. 
>  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 

And  let  their  thankful  off* ring  prove 

How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM  CVII.  Fourth  part.  Long  Metre.  - 
Deliverance  from  fiorms  and Jhipwrecks  ;  or.  The 
/^/^  feaman' s  fong. 

WOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 
His  wonders  in  the  world  abroad  ? 

With  the  bold  mariner  furvey 

The  unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 
1  They  leave  their  native  fhores  behind, 

And  feize  the  favour  of  the  wind  ; 

Till  God  command  and  tempefts  rife, 

That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  fides.  ts  ^ 

?  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 

Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 

What  ftrange  affrights  young  failors  feel, 

And  like  a  flagg'ring  drunkard  reel ! 


230  PSALMS. 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Loft  to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  : 
His  mercy  hears  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  afTuage, 
And  flormy  tempefts  ceafe  to  rage  ; 
The  gladfome  train  their  fears  give  o^er. 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  more. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  ofPrings"  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  fing. 

PSALM  CVII.  Fourth  part.  Common  tyfetre. 
/0f       The  mariner's  pfalm. 

1  *  n  SHY  works  of  glory  mighty  Lord, 

JL     That  rule  the  boiflerous  fea, 
The  fons  of  courage  mail  record, 
Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  way. 

2  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 
And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ; 

The  men,  aftonifh'd,  mount  the  (kies, 
And  fmk  in  gaping  graves. 

3  Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 
And  plunge  in  deeps  again  ; 

Each  like  a  tott'ring  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeit.  roar, 
They  pane  with  nutt' ring  breath, 

And,  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  more, 
Expect  immediate  death. 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  hears  the  loud  requefl, 

And  orders  filence  through  the  Ikies, 
And  lays  the  Hoods  to  reft. 


PSALMS.  *3I 

6  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  florm  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'lis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  ; 

Let  ftupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  O  that  the  fons  of  men  wo'uld  praife 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  I 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  wondrous  ways 
Thy  wondrous  love  record. 

PSALM    CVII.     Laft  part.     Long  Metre; 

Colonies  jmnted  ;    or,  Nations  bUjfed  and  pun\Jhedm 

1  TTTHEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 

W^'     Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He- turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  wither'd  mountains  green, 
Send  fhow'ry  biemngs  from  the  fkies, 
And  harvefts  in  the  defer t  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  Bids  th'  opprefs'd  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whole  yearly  fruit  fupplies  their  want : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  flocks, 
Their  wealth  increafes  with  their  flocks. 

5  Thus  they  are  blefs'd  :  but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in  : 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  bv  barb'rous  hands. 
U 


$32  PSALM    S. 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn  : 

The  country  lies  unfenc'd,  untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet-if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hands  he  turns  : 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 

8  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  fenfe, 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence  ; 
And  tongues  of  atheifts  mall  no  more 
Blafpheme  the  God  that  faints  adore. 

9  How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wondrous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
But  wife  obfervers  ftill  fhall  find 

The  Lord  is  holy,  juft,  and  kind. 

.PSALM     CVIII.    Common  Metre. 

/0  o  'A  fong  of  praife* 

i      A   WAKE,  my  foul,  to  found  his  praife, 
jrj^     Awake  my  harp  to  fmg  : 
join  all  my  powers  the  fong  to  raife, 
And  morning  incenfe  bring. 
2  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 

And  through  the  nations  round  ; 
Glad  fongs  of  praife  will  Iprepare, 
And  there  his  name  refound, 
2  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 
Above  the  (tarry  train  \ 
DifFufe  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 
4  So  (hall  thy  chofen  fons  rejoice, 
And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 
While  fmners  hear  thy  pard'ning  voice, 
*;nd  tafte  redeeming  love. 


P    S     A    L     M     3.  233 

PSALM    CIX.   ver,  1, — 5,  31.  Common  Metre. 
Love  to  enetmes  from  the  example  of  Chrijl^ 

1  /^  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife,   . 
VJJ*     Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 

Tho*  Tinners  ipeak  againft  thy  grace 
With  a  biafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man 

Thy  fon  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  flanders,  falfe  and  vain. 
They  compafs'd  him  around. 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move* 

Their  peace  he  ftill  purfu'd ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
*Aitd  e*'il  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 

Yet  with  his  dying  breath 
He  prjay'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofst 
An*d  blefs'd  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  (hall  thy  bright  example  mine,  * 

In  vain  before  my  eyes  ; 
Give  me  a  fouUa  kin  to  thine., 
To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  mall  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name 

I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rages 

Who  flander  and  condemn. 

PSALM   CX.    Firftpart.     Long  Metre.     , 

Chrift  exalt ed*  and  multitudes  converted ;    or,  The 
fuccefs  of  the  gofpel. 

I  HP  HUS  God  th'  eternal  Father  fpake 
JL      To  Chrift  the  Son  :  "  Afcend  and  fit 
<c  At  my  right  hand,  till  I  mall  make 
*'  Thy  foes  fubmiifive  at  thy  feeU 


H 


SJ4  PSALMS. 

2  "  From  Zion  mail  thy  word  proceed, 
"  Thy  word,  thefceptre  in  thy  hand, 
Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 

And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  mall  mow  thy  pow'r  is  great,       vV 

"  When  faints  fhall  flock  with  willing  minds,' 
"  And  finners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
"  Where  holinefs  in  beauty  fliicie.s**9 

4  O  blefTed  pow'r  !   O  glorious  day  ! 

What  a  large  vidt'ry  mall  enfue  ! 
And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  morning  dew. 

PSALM  CX.    Second  part.     Long  Metre, 

/ rO      'The  kingdom  and  prieft hood  of  Chrift. 

1  r"|  ^HUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea 

JL       Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fwore  ; 
"  Eternal  fliall  thy  priefthood  be, 

6C  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

2  "  Aaron  and  all  his  fons  muft  die , 

"  But  everlafting  life  is  thiae, 
4*  To  lave  forever  thofe  that  fly 

C£  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  Melchifedeck  was  made 

a  On  earth  a  king  and  pried  at  once  ; 
"  And  thou,  my  heav'nly  pried  flialt  plead, 
"  And  thou  my  King,  flialt  rule  my  fons.'* 

4  Jefus  the  prieft  aicends  his  throne, 

While  counfels  of  eternal  peace, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Through  the  whole  earth  his  reign  mail  fpread, 

And  crufh  the  pow'rs  that  dare  rebel  \ 
1  hen  mall  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 
And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 


PSALMS.  23s 

6  Though,  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 
He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
The  fuff 'rings  of  that  dreadful  day- 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God, 


f/0 


PSALM  CX.    Common  Metre. 
ChriJVs  kingdom  and  prie/lhood. 
I     [  ESUS,  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne, 
J      And  near  thy  Father  fit  ; 
In  Zion  {hall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fubmit. 
1  What  wonders  mail  thy  gofpel  do  ! 
Thy  convert  {hall  furpafs 
The  num'rous  drops  of  morning  dew^ 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

3  Godjiath  pronoune'd  a  firm  decree,  r.     .. 

Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  ; 
u  Eternal  (hall  thy  pried  hood  be, 
"  When  Aaron,"  is  no  more. 

4  "  Melchifedeck,  that  wondrous  prleft* 

"  That  king  of  high  degree, 
"  That  holy  man,  who  Abraham  blefh 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee." 

5  Jefus,  o\ir  pried,  forever  vKves, 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jefus,  our  king5  forever  gives 
The  blemngs  of  his  love. 

6  God  mall  exalt  his  glorious  head. 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  (Irike  the  powers  and  princes  dead5 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 

PSALM     CXI.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre, 
///         The  wifdom  of  God  in  his  works. 
1    O  ONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 

£3     To  my  almighty  God  ; 

He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tonjue9 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad* 

u  2    : 


236  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought ! 

How  glorious  in  our  fight  ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  delight. 

3  How  fair  and  beauteous  nature's  frame  ! 

How  wife  th'  eternal  mind  ! 
His  counfels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  fir  ft  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons, 

He  fix'd  his  covenant  fure ; 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  time,  and  earth  and  fkies, 

Thy  heav'nly  (kill  proclaim  ; 

What  (hall  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 

But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

6  To  fear  thy  power,  to  truir  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divineft  fkill  ; 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  bed  obeys  thy  will. 

P  S  A  L  M  CXI.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

///  The  perfections  of  God. 

1  f^%  RE  AT  is  the  ^ord  ;  his  works  of  might 
VJF     Demand  our  nobleft  longs  \ 

Let  his  afiembled  faints  unite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food, 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 
He  makes  his  promife  good. 

3  His  fon  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 
lis  ways  are  juft  and  pure. 


PSALMS.  237 

4  They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 
Mutt  with  his  fear  begin  : 
Our  faireft  proof  of  knowledge  lies 

In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 
P  S  A  L  M     CXIL     As  the  113th  Pfalra. 
//Z       The  blsjjings  of  the  liberal  man. 

1  HP*  HAT  man  is  blefs'd,  who  (lands  in  awe 

X       Of  God,  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 
His  feed  on  earth  (hall  be  renown'd  \ 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fhall  be, 
An  unexhaufted  treafury, 

And  with  fucceffive  honours  crown'd* 

2  His  liberal  favours  he  extends, 

To  fome  he  gives,  to  others  lends ; 

A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind  ; 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  favesby  prudence  in  affairs, 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind. 

3  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harvelt  fow'd  : 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft. 
Like  a  green  root,  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bleflings  for  his  heirs. 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duff. 

4  Befet  with  threat'ning  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  fhall  he  maintain  his  ground  : 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  foul  that's  fill'd  with  virtue's  light, 
Shines  brighten:  in  affliction's  night; 

And  fees,  in  darknefs,  beams  of  hope. 
p      a     us      E. 

5  [111  tidings  never  can  furprife 

His  heart,  that,  fix'd,  on  God  relies, 
Tho'  waves  and  tempefts  roar  around  j 

Safe  on  a  rock  he  fits,  and  fees, 

The  (hip wreck  of  his  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd. 


238  PSA    L     M     S. 

6  The  wicked  fhall  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  rind  their  expectations  croft  : 
They  and  their  envy,  pride,  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  everlafting  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft. 

PSALM     CXIL     Long  Metre. 
/  '*>      The  bleffings  of  the  pious  and  charitable, 

t  rT^HRiCE  happy  man,    who  fears  the  Lord, 
X     Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  word  : 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  bleffings  to  his  feed  defcend. 

2  Companion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  (till  inclin'd  : 
He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them,  not  to  be  repaid. 

o  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread, 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm'd  againft  the  fear, 
For  God,  with  all  his  power,  is  there. 

4  His  fpirit,  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 

Draws  heav'nly  courage  from  his  word 
Amidft  the  darknefs  light  fhall  rife, 
To  cheer  his  heart,  and  blefs  his  eyes. 

r  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad, 
His  works  are  frill  before  his  God  : 
His  name  on  earth  fhall  long  remain, 
While  envious  fmners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM     CXIL     Common  Metre.. 

//jL         Liberality  rewarded. 

z~T_TAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
■fjL     Arid  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without  reward, 
Or  gives  with  lib'ral  hands. 


PSALM     S.  239 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breafl 

To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  fhall  anlwer  his  requefl 
With  bleffings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  lhall  furprife 

His  well-eftabrifh'd  mind  ; 
His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge  flies, 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  diftrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  fhall  mine, 
To  fhew  the  world  his  righteoumefs5 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  ; 
Honour  on  earth,  and  joys  above, 
Shall  be  hisfure  reward. 

/fa     PSALM     CXIII.     Proper  Tune, 

The  majejiy  and  condefcenfion  of  God, 

1  "^\7"E  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

J[     The  honours  of  his  name  record—* 

His  facrcd  name  forever  blefs : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difplays 
His  rifmg  beams  or  letting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  power  confefs. 

2  Not  time,  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  his  vaft  dominion  bounds, 

The  heav'ns  are  far  below  his  height  $ 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might, 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  head  to  view     »      # 
What  the  bright  hods  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  his  care  to  mortal  things  \ 
His  fov 'reign  hand  exalts  the  poor, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  feats  them  on  the  thrones  of  kings, 


24o  PSALM     S. 

4  When  childlefs  families  defpair,  * 

He  fends  the  blefiings  of  an  heir,  *^  I 

To  refcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother  with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  joys  ; 

Let  ev'ry  age  advance  his  praife. 

PSALM     CXIII.     Long  Metre. 

//I?       God  f over eign  and  gracious. 

i   '^TY.  fervants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
X        ^n  every  age  his  praifes  fing  : 
Where'er  the  fun  fhall  rife  or  fet, 
The  nations  mail  his  praife  repeat. 

2  Above  the  earth  beyond  the  Iky, 
His  throne  of  glory  (lands  on  high  ; 
Nor  time  nor  place  his  power  reftrain, 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign, 

3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Or  angels,  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright  ! 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light ! 

4  Behold  his  love  !  he  (loops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  angels  do ! 
And  condefcends,  yet  more,  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  of  men  below  ! 

5  From  dufi:  and  cottages  obfcure 

His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  !  . 

Gives  them  the  honour  of  his  fons,  * 

And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 
[_6  A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice  : 

Though  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pad, 

The  promis'd  feed  is  born  at  lad. 
7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon, 

And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  ; 

Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpair s  } 

If  nature  fails  the  promife  bears.] 


//* 


//6 


PSALMS  241 

PSALM     CXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Miracles  attending  Ifraels  Jeurtiey. 
3  TT7HEN  Ifrael,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
.  W     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes,  with  cheerful  homage,  own 
Their  king,  and  Judahwas  his  throne. 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  ; 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  ;    . 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled,     ■- 
.With  backward  current,  to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  fhook,  like  frighted  fheep— 
Like  lambs,  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  ftand, 
Confcious  of  fov'reign  power  at  hand. 

4  What  power  could  make  the  deep  divider- 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  his  tide  ? 
Why  did  ye  leap,  ye  little  hills  ? 

And  .whence  the  dread  that  Sinai  feels  ? 

5  Let  every  mountain,  every  flood, 
Retire  and  know  th'  approaching  God, 
The  King  of  Ifrael  •  fee  him  here  ! 
Tremble,  thou  earth,  adore,  and  fear. 

6  He  thunders,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
rI  he  rock  to  (landing  pools  he  turns ; 
Flints  fpring  with  fountains  at  his  word. 
And  fires  and  feas  confefs  the  Lord. 

P  S  A  L  M     CXV.     Firfl  Metre. 

The  true  God  our  refuge  ;  or,  Idolatry  repriced* 

J   l\TOT  to  ourfelves.  who  are  but  dull — 
JL  Nl    Not  to  ourfelves  is  glory  due, 
Eternal  God,  thou  only  jufl, 

Thou  only  gracious,  wife  and  true. 
£  Difplay  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name  : 

Why  fhould  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infultus,  and,  to  raife  our  fname, 

Say, <:  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'c  fo  lonsr« 


242  PSA     L     M    S. 

3  The  God  we  ferve,  maintains  his  throne 

Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  fkies  ; 
Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  But  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Are  fenfelefs  fhapes  of  (lone  and  wood  j 
At  bed  a  mafs  of  glittering  ore, 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god. 

5  [With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  the  head  : 

Deaf  are  their  ears,  their  eyes  are  blind  ; 
In  vain  are  coftly  offerings  made, 
And  vows  are  fcatter'd  in  the  wind. 

6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 

Nor  hands  to  fave,  when  mortals  pray  j 
Mortals,  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.  J 

7  O  Ifrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 

Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  ; 
The  Lord  fhall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  prieft. 

8  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praife — • 

They  dwell  in  filence  in  the  grave ; 
But  we  fhall  live  to.fing  thy  grace, 
And  teli  the  world  thy  power  to  fave. 

PSALM    CXV.     Second  Metre.  As  the  new 
///y  tune  of  the  50th  Pfahri. 

Idolatry  reproved. 

1  Tk  T  OT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and  true, 
xH     Not  to  our  worthlefs  names  is  glory  due  : 
Thy  power  and  grace,thy  truth  and  juftice  claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name  ; 
Shine  thro'  the  earth,    from    heav'n  thy  bled 

abode  ; 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fav,  Ci  Where  is  your  God  ? 


PSALMS.  243 

1  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court :  there  Hands  thy 

throne, 
And  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  will  is  done  : 
God   fram'd  this  earth — the  itarry  heav'ns  he 

fpread, 
Bur  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made; 
The  kneeling  crow'd,  with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  filver  iaviours,  and  their  faints  of  gold. 

3  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  fhapes  of  eyes  and  ears— • 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hears  ; 
Their  hands  are  helplefs,nor  their  feet  can  move, 
They  have  no  fpeech,  nor  thought,  nor  power, 

nor  love ; 
Yet  fottifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  lifelefs  faints. 

4  The  rich  have  flatues  well  adorn'd  with  gold  ; 
The  poor,  content  with  gods  of  coarfer  mould, 
With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  fenfelefs  flock, 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock ; 
People  and  prieft  drive  on  the  folemn  trade, 
And  trult  the  gods  thatfaw,;  and  hammers  made.]] 

5  Be  heav'n  and  earth  amaz'd  !  'Tis  hard  to  fay 
Which  are  more  ftupid,  or  their  gods,  or  they, 
O  Ifrael,  trull  the  Lord  :  he  hears  and  fees'i 
He  knows  thy  forrows,  and  reftores  thy  peace  ; 
His  worfhip  does  a  thoufand  comforts  yield — 
He  Is  thy  help,  and  he  thine  heav'nly  ihieid. 

>  In  God  we  trufl  :  our  impious  foe>  in  vain 
Attempt  our  ruin,  and  oppofe  his  reign  ; 
Had  they  prevaird,darkneis  had  clos'd  our  days, 
And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  his  praife,; 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  live  :: — Let  fongs  arife, 
And  Zion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the    fcies. 
X 


244  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

PSALM  CXVI.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 
/'&  Recovery  fromficknefs. 

1  ¥  LOVE  the  Lord  :  he  heard  my  cries, 
J[     And  pitied  ev'ry  groan, 

Long  as  I  live,  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  haften  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow'd  his  ear, 

And  chas'd  my  griefs  away  : 
Oh  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 
When  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  flefh  decli'n'd,  my  fpirits  fell, 

And  I  drew  near  the  dead, 
While  inward  pangs  and  fears  of  hell, 
PerplexM  my  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God,  (I  cry'd)  thy  fervant  fave, 

"  Thou  ever  good  and  juft  ;  N 

u  Thy  power  can  refcue  from  the  grave, 
"  Thy  power  is  all  my  truft." 

5  The  Lord  beheld  me  fore  diftreft, 

He  bade  my  pains  remove"; 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 
For  thou  haft  known  his  love. 

6  My- God  hath  fav'd  my  foul  from  death, 

And  dry'd  my  falling  tears  : 
Now  to  his  praife  Pll  fpend  my  breath, 
And  my  remaining  years. 

PSALM    CXVI.   ver.  12,  SsV.  Second  part. 
//£  Common   Metre. 

Thanks  for  private  deliverance,  \ 

1  \t  7HAT  mail  l  render  t0  my  God 

W      Por  all  his  kindnefs  fhown  ? 
My  feet  fhall  vifit  thine  abode, 
My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 


PSALMS.  245 

2  Among  the  faints  that  fill  thine  houfe 

My  ofPrings  fhall  be  paid  ; 
There  fhall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  foul  in  anguifh  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-bleffed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight ! 

How  precious  is  their  blood  i 
.4  How  happy  all  thy  fervants  are ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life  which  thou  haft  made  thy  care, 

Lord,  I  devote  to 'thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

Nor  fhall  my  purpofe  move  ; 
Thy  hand  has  loos'd  my  bonds  of  pain, 
1       And  bound  me  with  thy  lave. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witnefs,  ye  faints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forfake  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CXVII.     Common  Metre. 
///     Praife  to  God  from  all  nations. 

1  f~\  ALL  ye  nations,  praife  the  Lord, 
V^/  Each  with  adiff'rent  tongue  \ 

In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  fung. 

2  His  mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'ry  land  5 

Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
Forever  firm  his  truth  fhall  ftand — 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God.  * 

//?     PSALM  CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

1  T^ROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies 
Jj     Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's*  name  be  fung 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 


c46  P     S     A    L     M     S. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thy  praife  ihall  found  from  fhore  tomore^ 
"Till  funs  fhall  fet  and  rile  no  more. 

///       PSALM  CXVII.     Short  Metre. 

i  rTPHY  name,  almighty  Lord, 

JL     Shall  found  thro*  diilant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  : 
Thy  truth  forever  Hands, 

2  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 
And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
'Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

PSALM  CXVIII.  ver.  6,    15.     Second  part. 
//c/  Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult, 

t    nr^HE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 
1      Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  ail  the  fons  of  earth  can  do0 
Since  heav'n  affords  its  aid. 

2  'Tis  fafer  Lord  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  hare  my  God  my  friend, 
Than  trull  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  on  their  truth  depend. 

3  'Tis  through  the  Lord  my  heart  is  ftrong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  fong, 
How  cheerful  is  my  voice  I 

4  Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  ; 

When  God  appears  they  fly  : 
So  burning  thorns  with  cracking  founds 
Make  a  fierce  blaze  and  die. 


PSALM     Si  247 

5  Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  : 
The  Lord  protects  their  days  : 
Let  Ifrael  tune  immortal  fongs 
To  his  almighty  grace. 

PSALM  CXVIII.  ver.   17,-21.  Second  part, 
//&     Common    Metre. 
Public   praife  for  deliverance  from  death. 

1  '        ORD,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 

I   j      And  reicu'd  from  the  grave  ; 
Now  mail  he  live  :  (and  none  can  die, 
If  God  refolve  to  lave.) 

2  Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before, 

Shall  nil  his  daily  breath  ; 
Thy  hand  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fore,. 
Defends  him  frill  from  death. 

3  Open  the  gate  of  Zion  now, 

For  we  mall  worfhip  there,  x 

The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  ga. 
Thy  mercy  do  declare. 

4  Among  th'  alfemblies  of  the  faints 

Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints., 
And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM   CXVIIL  ver.  22,  23.  Third  part, 
//%       Common   Metre. 

Ghrijl  the  foundation  of  -the  church. 

EH  OLD  the  Rue  foundation  (lone 
Which  God  in  Zion  lavs, 
To  build  our  heav'niy  hopes  upon., 

And  his  eteru  tl  praife. 
Chofen  of  God,  tc  fmne-ys  dear, 

And  faints  adore  the  name, 
Thev  truft  their  whole  falvarion  he*e, 
I*or  (hail  thev  futfe*  mam?.' 


ft«*  PSALM    SL 

3  The  foolifli  builders,  fcribe  and  prie(rr 

Reject  it  with  difdain  \ 
Firm  on  this  rock  the  church  mall  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withflood  ? 

Yet  mud  this  building  rife  : 
'lis  thy  own  work,  almighty  (Jod, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM  GXVIII.  ver.  24,  25,  26.  Fourth  part* 
//GS         Common  Metre. 

Hcfannah  ;  the  hordes  day  ;  or,  ChriJVs  refurrecr- 
t.'wn,  and  our  falvation* 

1   r|  1HIS  is  the.  day  the  Lord  hath  ma^ 
§        He  calls  the  hours  his  own  : 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  fur.round  the.  throne. 

a  To-day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dead  : 
And  Satams.  empire  fell- 
To-day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread3. 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hofannah  to  th*  anointed  king, 

To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  us,  O  Lord  ;  defcend  and  bring1 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blefs'd  is  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  meifages  of  grace  ;. 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name3 
To  fave  our  finfnl  race. 

j  Hofannah,  in  thehigheft  ftpains 
The  church  on  earth  can  raife  y 
Thehigheft  heariis,  in  which  he  reigns.. 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife* 


P     S    A    L     M    S.    '  249 

PSALM  CXVIII.  ver.  22, — 27.     Short  Metre. 


An  bofannah  for  the  Lord's  day  ;  or,  A  new  fang  of 
fahation  by  Gbri/l* 

1   O  EE  what  a  living  (tone 
k3     The  builders  did  refufe  ; 
Yet  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite  of  envious  Jews, 
a  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft: 
Reject  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  fhall  Zion  ref^^ 
As  the  chief  corner  ftone. 
3:  The  work,   O  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes  :. 
This  day  declares  it  all  divine,. 
This  day  did  Jefus  rife.. 

4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  redeemer  made  :. 
Let  us  rejoice,  and  (i'ng  and  pray,. 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofannah  to  the  king 

Of  David's  royal  blood  : 
Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring; 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  We  blefs  thine,  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  difplays  ; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,  Lord^ 
Our  facrifice  of  praife.. 

PSALM  CXVIII.  ver.  22,-27.  Long  Metre. 

An  bofannah  for  the  Lord's  day;    or,  A  newfong 
of  fahation-  by  Cbrift\. 

1  O  what  a  glorious  GornerTJ[loney 

JLj      The  Jewiih  builders  did  refufe! 
But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon3. 
la  fpite  cjf  eiivy^  and  the  Jews.. 


op  P    S     A    L     M     S. 

2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 

The  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eyes; 
This  is  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  ; 

Hofanna,  let  his  name  be  blefs'd  ; 
Athoufand  honours  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  glory  reft  ! 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  our  dying  race  ; 
Let  the  whole  church  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy  and  fongs  of  praife. 

I  have  collected  and  difpofed  of  the  mod  ufefii! 
verfes  of  the  cxixth  Pfalm  under  eighteen  different 
heads,  and  formed  a  divine  fong  upon  each  of  them. 
But  the  verfes  are  much  tranfpofed,  to  attain  fome 
degree  of  connexion. 

In  fome  places,  among  the  words  taw?  commands*, 
judgments,  tejhmonles,  I  have  ufed  gofpel,  word, 
truth,  grace,  promifes,  kc.  as  more  'agreeable  to 
the  New  Te  (lament,  and  the  common  language  of 
Chriftians,  and  it  equally  anfwers  the  defign  of  the 
Pfalmift,  which  was  to  recommend  the  holy  Scrip- 
ture. 
PSALM  CXIX.    Firft  part.   Common  Metre* 

The  bkjjedncfs   of  faints,  and  mifcry  cffmncrs. 

//J  Ver.   i,   2,  3. 

s   T>  LESS'D  are  the  undehTd  in  heart, 
Jf3  Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean  ; 
Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  cv'ry  mi. 
o.  Blefs'd  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  wor,^ 
And  practife  thy  commands  ; 
With  their  whole  hearts  they  feck  the  Lord, 
«£ndfer»ve  i-  :c  with  their  hands 


PSALMS,  251 

Ver.   165. 

3  Great  Is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law  j 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  Heady  feet  afide. 

Ver.  6.     . 

4  Then  fhall  my  heart  have  inward  joy3 

And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 
When  all  thy  Itatutes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thy  name. 

Ver,  21,  118. 

But  haughty  fmners  will  I  hate, 

The  proud  mail  die  accurs'd  ; 
The  ions  of  falfehood  and  deceit 

Are  trodden  to  the  duft. 

Ver.  119,   155. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are  : 
And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Second  part. 
Secret  devotion  and  fpiritual  mindednefs  ;  or,  Con* 
/ /Q  ftant  converfe  ^h  &°d* 

Ver.   147,  55. 

1  TP°  ^iee  before  the  dawning  light, 

JL     My  gracious  God,  I  pray, 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night,' 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Ver.   81. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 

Thy  promife  bears  me  up  : 
And  while  falvation  long  delays, 
Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 


252  PSALM     S. 

Ver.   164. 

3  jSev'n  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee  : 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 
Ver.  62. 

4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  Ikies, 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife, 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 

//Q      PSALM  CXIX.     Third  part. 

rrofejjlons  offincerity,  repentance,  and  obedience* 
Ver.  5J,  60. 

1  riPHOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  ; 

JL     Soon  as  I  know  thy  way. 
My  heart  makes  hade  t'  cbey  thy  word, 
And  fullers  no  delay. 

Ver.    13,   14. 

2  I  chufe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  : 
Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 
Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace, 

I  let  before  my  eyes ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  ftrength, 
And  here  my  comfort  lies.  * 

Ver.  59. 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  thy  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  trull:  thy  pardoning  grace* 
Ver.  94,   112. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine, 

O  fave  thy  fervant,  Lord, 
Thou  art  my  fhield,  my  hiding  place 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 


PSALMS.  253 

Ver.     112. 
Thou  haft  inclin'd  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil  : 
And  thus,  till  mortal  life  fhall  end, 

Would  I  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Fourth  part. 
//Q  Injlruft ion  from  fcripture. 

Ver.  9. 

HOW  fhall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choked  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean. 
Ver.   130. 
When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inftru&ion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 
Ver.   1 05. 
'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  in  all  the  day  ; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 
>  Ver.   99,   100. 

|.  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 
And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.   104,   113. 
;  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wife  ; 
I  hate  the  finners  road  : 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Ver.    89,  90,  91. 
S  [The  Marry  heavens  thy  rule  obey, 
The  earth  maintains  her  place  ; 
And  thefe  thy  fervants  night  and  day, 
Thy  fkill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 


^54  PSALM    S. 

7  But  ftill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 
Have  leilbns  more  divine  : 
Not  earth  ftands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Nor  frars  fo  nobly  mine.] 

\  Ver.   ioo,   140,  9,   119. 
8  Thy  word  is  everlafting  truth, 
How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
That  holy  book  (hall  guide  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXIX.    Fifth  part. 
Delight  in  Jcripture  ;  or,   The  word  of  God  dive II- 

1  f~^  HOW  I  love  thy  holy  law  ! 
V^     'Tis  daily  my  delight  : 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  advice  by  night. 
Ver.  148, 

2  My  waking  eyes  prevent  the  day, 

To  meditate  thy  word  : 
•My  foul  with  longing  melts  away    • 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord. 
Ver.    3,   13,  54. 

3  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage  I 

And  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 
And,  in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage, 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  fong. 
Ver.    19,   103. 
|.  Am  I  a  ftranger,  or  at  home, 
Mis  my  perpetual  feaft  : 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 
Ver.   72,   127. 
•  No  treafures  fo  enrich  the  mind) 
Nor  (hall  thy  word  be  fold 
Tor  loads  of  filver  well  reiin'd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choicefl  gold. 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  -5S 

Ver.     28,  49,    17 5. 
6  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 
Thy  pro  miles  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fuppon  mv  hope, 
And  there  I  write  thy  praiie. 

/7  PSALM    CXIX.    Sixth  part. 

/       Holinefs  and  comfort  from  the  wordy 

Ver.    12S. 

LORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 
And  all  thy  itatutes  ju'ft  ; 
Thence  1  maintain  a  conftant  fight 
With  every  Mattering  lulL 
Ver.    97,   9. 

2  Thy  precepts  often  I  iurvey  : 

I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 
Through  all  the  bus'neis  of  the  day. 
To  form  my  actions  right. 
Ver.   62. 

3  My  heart  in  midnight  faience  cries, 

"  How  Fwest  thy  comforts  be  ! 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee.*! 
Ver.   162. 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill 

At  fome  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  mare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compar'd  to  mine. 

PSALM     CXIX.      Seventh   part. 
Imperfection  of  nature,  and  -perfection  offcripiure. 

ji      ^er*  9^'    paraphrafed. 
1  KT  all  the  Heathen  writers  join 

£   a     To  form  one  perfect  book, 
Great  God,  if  once  compar'u  mth  thine. 
How  mean  their  writings  look ! 
Y 


256  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

2  Not  the  mod  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  fliew  one  fin  forgiwn, 
Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave  ; 
But  thine  conduct  to  heav'n. 

3  I'v  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below  ; 
How  fhort  the  pow'rs  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  farther  go. 

4  Yet  v  aid  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

their  hands  have  wrought  ; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  every  thought. 

5  In  vain  webpaft  perfection  here, 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame, 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 
They  fcarce  deferve  the  name. 

6  Our  faith  and  love,  and  every  grace, 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  righteoufnefs 
Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM     CXIX.     Eighth   part. 

The  excellency  and  variety  cffcripture. 

/  Ver.    in.  Paraphrafed. 

1  TT     ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice, 
JLj      ^7  lading  heritage  ; 

There  mall  my  nobleft  power?  rejoice, 
My  warmed  thoughts  engage. 

2  I'll  read  the  hi  (Pries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  laws  in  fight, 
While  through  the  promifes  I  rove, 
With  ever-frefh  delight. 


P    S     A     L     M     s. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

Where  fprings  of  life  arife, 
Seeds  of  immortal  blifs  are  known, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 

4  The  bed  relief  that  mourners  have. 

It  makes  our  forrows  bled  ; 
Our  faired  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  red. 

PSALM  CXIX.  Ninth  part. 

//  CJ  Deftre  of  knowledge. 

'  Ver.  64,  68,   18. 

1  riPHY  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

§      How  good  thy  wooks  appear  ! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 

Yer.   73,   125. 

2  My  heart  was  fafrnon'd  by  thy  hand, 
My  fervice  is  thy  due, 

O  !  make  thy  fervant  underdarid 
The  duties  I  mud  do. 

Ver.    T9. 

3  Since  Pm  a  ftranger  here  below, 
Thy  path  O  !   do  not  hide  ; 

But  mark  the  road  my  feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 
Ver.   26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 
Thou  heard'd  my  foul  complain  ; 

Grant  me  the  teachings  of  thy  grace. 
Or  I  (hall  dray  again. 

Ver-  Zh  34-  ' 

5  If  God  to  mehisdatutes  fhew, 
And  heav'nly  truth  impart  ; 

His  work  forever  Pll  purfue, 
His  law  fhail  rule  my  heart. 


-0/ 


258  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

Ver.  50,  71. 

6.  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief; 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 

And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Ver.  51. 

[7  In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  ; 

I'll  ne'er  fonret  thv  law, 
Nor  let  that  bleifed  gofpel  go, 

Whence  all  my  hopes  I  draw. 

Ver.   27,    171, 

S  When  I  have  learn'd  my  Father's  will, 
I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  ; 

My  thankful  lips  infpir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  ling  aloud  his  praife.] 

P  S  A  L  M  CXIX.  Tenth  part. 

/ /  tf         Pleading  the  promifes. 

Ver.  38,  49. 

1  TQEHOLD  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord, 
.13  Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 

Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 

Ver.  41,  58,   107. 

2  Haft  thou  not  ientfalvation  down, 
And  promis'd  quick'ning  grace  I 

Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 

Ver.    123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  lalvation  fail  ; 
O  bear  thy  fervant  up  ; 

Nor  let  the  fcofling  lips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  259 

Ver.  49,  74. 
4  Didft  thou  not  raife  my  faith,   O  Lord? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear  : 
Saints  fhall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 

And  truft  as  well  as  fear. 


/// 


P  S  A  L  M  CXIX.  Eleventh  part. 

Breathing  after  bolincfs. 

VeiU  5>  33* 
THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  way's 


To  keep  his  flatutes  fti 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  keep  his  will  ! 

Ver.  29. 

2  O  fend  thy  fpirit  down,  to  write 
Thv  law  UDon  mv  heart  1 

J  k  J 

Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 

Ver-  36>  Zn 

3  From  vanity  turn  oif  my  eyes ; 

Let  no  corrupt  defign, 
Nor  covetous  de fires,  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 

Ver.   133. 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word,. 
And  make  my  heart  fincere  : 

Let  fm  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  confeience  clear. 

Ver.   ij6. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aft  ray* 7 
My  feet  too  often  flip  -r 

Yet  fince  I  keep  in  mind  thy  way,, 
Reftore  thy  wand'ring  meeo* 
Y  % 


-Co  F     S     A     L     M     S,, 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

*  f  is  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 

Offend  againft  my  God. 

P  S  A  L  M  CXIX.  Twetth  part, 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliverance* 

Mf  Ver.   153. 

1  1&  /|*Y   God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
iVA   ^et  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 

Though  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  grace, 
I  ne'er  forgot  thy  laws. 

Ver.   39,    116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  (harp  reproach,. 
Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ; 

Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes, 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 

Ver.   122,   135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,,  for  me* 
Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs  \ 

But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  minings  of  thy  face. 

Ver.  '81. 

4  My  eyes  with  expectation  fail, 
My  heart  within  me  cries„ 

w  When  will  the  Lord  his  truth  fulfil, 
"   And  bid  my  comforts  rife  ?" 

Ver.    152, 
5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 

And  mow  thy  grace  the  fame, 
Thy  tender  mercies  dill  afford 

To  thofe  that  love  thy  name, 


PSALMS.  261 

PSALM  CXIX.  Thirteenth  part. 

H&ly  fear ',  and  tender nefs  of '  confcience. 
//jf        Ver.   10. 

1  ~\\  TITH  my  whole  heart  Pve  fought  thy  face, 

W     O  let  me  never  ilray 
From  thy  commands,   O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  Tinner's  way. 

Ver.   12.  s 

2  Thy  word  Pve  plac'd  within  my  heart, 
To  keep  my  confcience  clean, 

And  be  an  everlafting  guard 
For  ev'ry  rifing  fin. 

Ver.  63,  53,   158. 

3  Pm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 
Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 

My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word.. 

Ver.    161,   163. 

4  While  finners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 
My  fpirit  (lands  in  awe  -y 

My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 

Ver.   161,   120. 

5  My  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 
The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  ; 

My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 

Ver..  166,   174. 

6  My  God,  I  long,  I  hope,  I  wait, 
For  thy  falvation  ftill ; 

While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obey  thy  will. 


202  PSALM     6. 

P  S  A  L  M  CXIX.  Fourteenth  part. 

Benefit  ofaffliftions>  andfupport  under,  them- 
//f        Ver.    153,  81,  82. 

1  /CONSIDER  all  my  forrows  Lord, 
\_>l   And  thy  dehVrance  fend  \ 

My  foul  for  thy  falvation  faints, 
When  will  my  troubles  end  I 

Ver.  71. 

2  Yet  I  have  found  'tis  good  for  me 
To  bare  my  father's  rod  : 

Afflictions  make  me  learn  thy  law, 
Aad  live  upon  my  God. 

Ver.   50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy, 
When  new  diftrefs  begins, 

I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  way, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 

Ver.  92. 

4  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  delight 
When  earthly  joys  were  fled, 

My  foul,  opprefs'd  with  forrow's  weight, 
Had  funk  amongft  the  dead. 

Ver.  75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lord,  are  right, 
Though  they  may  feem  fevere  -, 

The  (harped  fufPrings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  care. 

Ver.  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaft'ning  rod 
My  feet  were  apt  to  (tray  ; 

But  now  I  learn  to  keep  they  word? 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way. 


PSALMS.'  263 

PSAL  M  CXIX.     Fifteenth  part. 

//  £jl        Holy,  refolutions. 

7  Ver.  93.  ^ 

OTHAT  thy  flatutes  ev'ry  hour 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  daily  peace  I  find. 

Ver.   15,   16. 

To  meditate  thy  precepts,  Lord, 

Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  foul  mall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 

Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 

Ver.   32. 

How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  difcharge, 
From  fin  and  Satan's  hateful  chains, 

And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ? 

Ver.    13,  46. 

My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name, 
I'll  fpeak  thy  word  though  kings  mould  hear, 

Nor  yield  to  finful  fhame. 

Ver.   61,  69,  70. 

Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 

To  rob  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies, 

Thy  law  is  my  delight. 

Ver.  115. 

Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 

Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill  : 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 

And  mufl  obey  his  will. 


264  P     S     A     L     M     S. 

PSALM  CXIX.     Sixteenth  part. 
A  prayer  for  quickening  grace* 

''  /  Ver-  25>  37- 

i  "Tk  yf"  Y  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  dud  -, 
1_VA   Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ; 
From  vain  defires,  and  ev'ry  luft, 
Turn  off  thefe  eyes  of  mine. 

2  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 

To  fpeed  me  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  mould  loiter  in  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray . 

Ver.  107. 

3  When  fore  afflictions  prefs  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Thy  word,  that  I  have  reftedon, 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours.   - 

Ver.   156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fov'reign  ftill, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heav'nly  road  ? 

Ver.   159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move 
•     Without  enKv'ning  grace  ! 

Ver.  93. 

6  Then  fhall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'r  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  it's  quick'ning  pow'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  265 

PSALM  CXIX.    Seventeenth  part.    Long  Metre. 
Grace  Jhining  in  difficulties  and  trials. 
//y         Ver.    143,  28. 


1  "\~      THEN  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord, 

Yy        All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  ; 
My  foul  di fib Ives  for  heavinefs  : 
Uphold  me  with  thy  (trength'ning  grace. 
Ver.     51,  69,    no. 

2  The  proud  have  fram'd  their  feoffs  and  lies, 
They  watch  my  het  with  envious  eyes, 
They  tempt  my  foul  to  mares  and  (in; 

Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
Ver.     161,  78. 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ; 
But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame. 

.PSALM     CXIX.     taft  part. 
Sanclijied  afflictions  ;  or,  Delight  in    the  word  of 


//f 


God. 


Ver.  6y,   50. 

FATHER,  I  blefs   thy  gentle  hand  ; 
How  kind  was  thy  ehaftifing  rod, 
That  fore'd  my  confeience  to  a  ftand, 

And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God 
Foolifh  and  vain,  I  went  aft  ray* 

Ere  I  had  feit  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way  : 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Ver.   71. 
'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  fwell ; 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  father's  ftroke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 


266  P  .S     A     L     M     S. 

Ver.   72. 

4  The  law  that  iiTues  from  thy  mouth 

Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paflions  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  fouth, 
Or  richeft  hills  of  golden  ore. 

Ver.   73. 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 

Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within  : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wondrous  name, 
And  guard  me  fare  from  death  and  fin. 

Ver.   74. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 

At  my  falvation  mall  rejoice  ; 
For  I  have  trufied  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 

PSALM     CXX.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  quarrelfome  neighbours  ;  or,  A  devoui 
/Q0  w*ft>  for  peace. 

1  nPHOU  God  of  love,  thou  ever-bled, 

JL       Pity  my  furl 'ring  Rate  ; 
When  wilt  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reft, 
From  lips  that  love  deceit  ? 

2  Hard  lot  of  mine  !   My  days  are  call 

Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 
Whofe  never-ceafing  quarrels  wafte 
My  golden  hours  of  life. 

3  Oh  might  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 

How  would  I  choofe  to  dwell 

In  fome  wide  lonefome  wildernefs, 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell ! 

4  Peace  is  the  bleiTmg  that  I  feek, 

How  lovely  are  its  charms ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  I  fpeak, 
Thev  all  declare  for  arms. 


PSALM     S.  267 

New  pamons  (till  their  fouls  engage, 

And  keep  their  malice  ilrong  : 
What  mould  be  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 

O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 
Should  burning  arrows  finite  thee  thro' 

Stri'ft  jultice  would  approve  ; 
But  I  would  rather  fpare  my  foe, 

And  melt  his  heart  with  love. 

PSALM    CXXL     Long  Metre. 
/%  /       Divine  protcclion. 

1   TT  T  P  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
I^J      TV|  eternal  hills  bey ond  the  ikies  ; 
Thence  all  her  help  my  foul  derives  ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 
He  lives  ;  the  everlafling  God, 
That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  flood  ; 
The  heav'ns,  with  all  their  hoft,    he  made, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 
He  guides  our  feet,  -he  guards  our  way  ; 
His  morning  fmiles  adorn  the  day  : 
He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  veil,  and  keeps 
The  filent  hours  while  Ifrael  fieeps. 
Ifrael,  a  name  divinely  bieit, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  red  ; 
Thy  wholy  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admit  no  fiumber,  ncr  furprife. 
No  fun  (hall  finite  thy  head  by  day, 
Nor  the  pale  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  flar 
Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 
Should  earth  and  hell  with  malice  burn, 
Still  thou  (halt  go,  and  ftill  return  : 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !  his  heavenly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  every  fnare. 
Z 


*6£  PSALM     S. 

7   On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  power  y 
And  in  thy  laffc  departing  hour 
Angels,  that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward'  to  thy  God. 

PSAL  M    CXXI.     Common  Metre. 

/%.  /         Prefer-vation  by  day  and  night. 

i   TP  O  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
JL       There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  fkies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  ftedfafl  feet  mail  never  fall, 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call  -y 
His  eyes  can  never  lleep. 

3  He  will  fuflain  our  weakeft  powers 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  moft  unguarded  hours 
Againft  furprifing  harm. 

4  Ifrael  rejoice,  and  reft  fecure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  : 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

-  5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  fickly  moon. 
Shall  have  its  leave  to  fmite  : 
He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  blading  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards   thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 
Where  thickeft  dangers  come  : 
Go,  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 
'Till  God  commands  thee  home. 


PSALMS.  269 

PSALM  CXXI.     As  the  148th  Pfelm. 

/%>  '         God  our  Pre  fewer. 

UPWARD  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  that  built  the  fides, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  \ 

God  is  the  tower  '*-  "  % 

To  which  I  fly  : 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

My  feet  fhall  never  Aide, 

And  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Thofe  wakeful  eyes. 
That  never  fleep, 
Shall  Ifrael  keep, 
When  dangers  rife. 

No  burning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blafts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there : 
Thou  art  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  made, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

Hafl:  thou  not  given  thy  word 

To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  > 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
*Till  from  on  high 
Thau  call  me  home. 


27P  PSALM     S. 

P  S  A  L  M  CXXII.     Common  Metre, 

/>?  >L      Going  to  church. 

i    TTOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
J[  JL   My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
l*  And  keep  the  folemn  day." 

2  I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God, 
To  mew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joy  unknown. 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  fon  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praifes  and  complaints ; 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  finners  from  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conftant  gued  ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bled  ! 

6  My  foul  fhall  pray  for  Zion  ftill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  ; 
There  my  bed  friends,  my  kindred  dwell. 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 
,g2     PSALM  CXXII.     Proper  Tune. 
Going  to  church. 
i    "|"  TOWpleas'd  and  bled  was  I, 
~j^  To  hear  the  people  cry, 
*c  Come,  let  us  feek  our  God  to  day  I" 
Yes — with  a  cheerful  zeal 
We  hade  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 


PSALMS.  271 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  flrength  embrace  thee  round  ; 

In  thee  our  tribes  appear 

To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 
The  facred  gofpei's  joyful  found* 

3  There  David's  greater  foil 
Has  fix'd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there-: 

He  bids  the  faints  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  finner  fad, 
And  humble  fouls. rejoice  with  fear. 

4.  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 
To  blefs  the  foul  of  every  gueft  : 

The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  wiflies  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  blefTings  on  him  reft  1 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Peace  to  this  facred  houfe ! 
f*  For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell  $ 

"  And  fince  my  glorious  God 

<c  Makes  thee  his  bled  abode, 
*c  My  foul  mall  ever  love  thee  well." 

Repeat  the  ^.thjlanza  to  .complete  the  tune* 

PSALM  CXXIH.    Common  Metre. 

/%^       'P leading  with  fubmiflion* 

1   £~\  THOU  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 
V^/     Emhron'd  above  the  ikies,    ■ 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 

To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 
As  fervants  watch  their  mailer's  hand;, 

And  fear  the  angry  ftroke  ; 
Or  maids  before  their  miftrefs  (land, 
And  wail,  a  peaceful  look  ; 
Z   2 


27  2  P    S     A    L    M    S." 

3  So  for  our  fins,  we  juftly  feel 

Thy  difcipline,  O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moment  Hill, 

•Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Freih  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  mfult,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  companion  lies  ; 
This  thought  fhall  bear  our  fpirits  up, 
That  God  will  not  defpife, 

PSALM   CXXIV.     Common  Metre, 

/ X  %        Gad  gives  vidory* 

AD  not  tht  God  of  truth  and  love, 
When  holis  agamft  us  role, 
Difplay'd  his  vengeance  from  above. 
And  ctnQi-d  the  conquering  foes. 

2  Their' armies,  like  a  raging  flood, 

Had  fwept  the  guard lefs  land, 
Deflroy'd  en  earth  his  blefs'd  abode, 
And  'whelm Jd   our  feeble  band, 

3  But  fafe  beneath  his  fpreading  fhieid 

dik  Ions  fecurely  reft, 
Defy  the  dangers  of  the  field,    \:c 
And  bare  the  fearlefs  brea{l. 

4  AsrnA  now  our  fouls  fhall  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  fnare: 
Who  fav?d  us  from  the  murdering  f\vordT 
And  made  our  lives  his  care, 

5  Our  help  as  in  Jehovah's  <numo, 

Who  fbrm'd  the  heavens  above  ; 
lie  that  Tupports  their  wondrous  frame. 
Can  guard  his  church  by  lo\e. 


P     SAL     M     S.  273 

P  S  A  L  M  GXXV.     Common  Metre, 
/%£      The  fain  fs  trial  and  fafetj. 

1  T  TN"SH AKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 
\j    And  firm  as  mountains  Hand, 

Firm,  as  a  rock,  the  foul  mall  reft 
Thai  trufts  th'  almighty  hand. 

2  Not  walls  nor. hills  could  guard  fo  well 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 
As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 
That  every  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge, 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  companion  will  affuage 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  fouls  fincere5 

And  lead  them  fafely  on  . 

To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 
Where  Chriit  their  Lord  is  gone, 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways 
That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  firfl:  to  hell 
Shall  finite  his  foli'wers  too. 

PSALM  CXXV..     Short  Metre. 

The  faint's  trial  and  fafety  ;  or,  Moderated  af> 

/£  6*      fiiclions. 
a    I^IRM  and  unmov'd  are  they 
Jj     That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  : 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwe!ta 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

a  As  mountains  flood  to  guard 
T he  city ' s  facr ed  groa n d, 
-So  God  and  ^kis  almighty  bve 
Embrace  his  fa.ats  around. 


274  PSALMS. 

3  What  though  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chaftifing  ftroke, 
Yet,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 
Its  fury  fhall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 

Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope  and  love,  and  every  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

5  Nor  fhall  the  tyrant's  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint ; 
The  God  of  lfrael  will  fupport 
His  children,  left  they  faint* 

6  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 

Will  chufe  the  road  to  hell, 
We  muft  expect,  our  portion  there, 
Where  bolder  Tinners  dwell. 

PSALM     CXXVL     Long  Metre. 
/  A.  k?       Surprifing  deliverance. 

i  ~\\  T  HEN  God  reftor'4  our  captive  ftate, 
W    J°y  was  our  f°ng> anc^  gr^ce  our  theme  £ 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes  fo  great, 
That  joy  appear'd  a  pleafmg  dream. 

2  The  fcoffer  owns  thy  hand,  and  pays 

Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
While  we  with  pleafure  fhout  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  cur  difmal  fears, 

'Twas  hard  to  think  they'll  vanifh  fo  ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 

His  fcattered  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will  fhout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  lheaves. 


PSALMS.  275 

PSALM.  CXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  joy  of  a  remarkable  converfton  ;  or,  M  chinch  0- 
/&  fi       ly  removed, 

1  "\TKT**^  ^oc*  reveal' d  his  gracious  name  ; 

YY      And  changed  my  mournful  (late, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a.  pleaimg  dream. 
The  grace  appeared  to  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confefs  ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  drains, 
And  lung  furprifmg  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbours  cry'd, 

And  own'd  the  power  divine  : 
"  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply'd,  . 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  fkies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  facredforrow  rife  s* 

To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 

Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  fhall  confefs  their  (heaves  are  great, 
And  fhout  the  bleflings  home. 

5  Though  feed  lie  buried  long  in  daft, 
It  (han't  deceive  their  hope  ! 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 

PSALM  CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
The  blejfing   of  God  on  the  bujinefs  and  comforts  of 

life. 


1   TF  God  iucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

i  And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft  ; 

If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 

The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  deep.    -  • 


276  PSALMS. 

2  What  though  we  rife  before  the  fun,. 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread,    : 
To  fhun  that  poverty  we  dread. 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  bleft  ; 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  : 
On  God,  our  fovereign,  dill  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends : 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafonM  with  his  love  ! 

P  S  A  L  M     CXZVIL     Common  Metre, 
/2,$r    ••     God  all  in  all. 


i 


F  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny, 
The  builders  work  in  vain  ; 
And  towns  without  his  wakeful  eye, 
An  ufelefs  watch  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife, 

Your  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  (tars  afcend  the  Ikies 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  your  fare  ; 

In  vain?  'till  God  has  bleft  ; 

But  if  his  fmiles  attend  your  care, 

You  (hall  have  food  and  reft. 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,  nor  friends, 

Shall  real  bleffings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends, 
If  fent  without  his  love. 


PSALMS.  277 

PSALM     CXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 

/£*&  Family  bleflings. 

i   f^  HAPPY  man,  whofe  foul  is  filPd 
\^y     With  zeal  and  rev'rend  awe ! 

His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the  law. 

2  A  careful  providence  fhall  fland 
And  ever  guard  thy  head, 

Shall  on  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleffings  fhed. 

3  Thy  wife  mail  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children,  round  thy  board, 
Each  like  a  plant  of  honour,  mine, 
And  learn  to  fear  the  Lord. 

4  The  Lord  mail  thy  bed  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  come  ; 
The  Lord  who  dwells  in  Zion's  hill 
Shall  fend  thee  bleflings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 

Shall  fee  his  houfe  increafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM    CXXIX.     Common  Metre. 
/A  9       Perfection  punijhed. 

i   IT  TP  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay, 
\J    Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears ; 
My  griefs  were  conflant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 
Of  all  the  fons  of  ft  rife  : 
Oft  they  a  flail' d  my  riper  age, 
But  God  preferv'd  my  life. 


"~1%  P    S    A    L     M    S. 

3   O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 
»  Its  painful  wounds  imprefs'd  ; 
Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  heart, 
Nor  let  my  forrows  reft. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And,  with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  milchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd, 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll  ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  /ion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  fhall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints 

Be  blafled  from  the  fky  : 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  profpects  die. 

[7  What  though  they  flourifh  tall  and  fair. 
They  have  no  root  beneath  ; 
Their  growth  mall  perifh  in  defpair, 
And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 

[8  So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-top  flands, 
No  hope  of  harveft  gives ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  fhall  fill  his  hands, 
Nor  binder  fold  thefheaves.] 

V  S  A  L  M    CXXX.     Common  Metr; 

/  J0         Pardoning  grace. 

1  /"\UT  of  the  deeps  of  long  diltrefs, 
\_Jf  The  borders  of  defpair, 

1  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  mould  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity. 
No  mortal  flefh  could  Hand. 


1 


PSALMS.  279 

j  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 
For  crimes  of  high  degree  : 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 
j.  [I  wait  for  thy  falvation,  Lord, 
With  ftrong  defires  I  wait : 
My  foul,  invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 
$  [Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 
Long  for  the  morning  fkies, 
Watch  the  firft  beams  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes  5 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And,  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  openings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifrael  trufl, 

Let  Ifrael  feek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners  long  enflav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  his  Son  : 
And  Ifrael  (hall  be  fav'd. 

PSALM  CXXX.     Long  Metre. 
/j&        Pardoning  grace. 

1  TTj1  ROM  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts, 
JL        To  thee,  my  God,  I  rais'd  my  cries  : 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults, 

No  flefh  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  haft  built  thy  throne  of  grace 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there, 
That  finners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And   hepe,  and  k>ve,   as Leilas  frar, 


2So  PSALMS. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  day— 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate  ; 
When  will  my  God  his  facedHplay  ! 

4  My  truft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  mail  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  large  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  : 
He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

PSAL  M  CXXXI.  Common  Metre. 

/  y  f  Humility  and  fubmijjion. 

i    TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart ! 
J.     Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee; 
Or  do  I  aft  a  haughty  part  ? 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  ftill, 

And  all  my  carnage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  peaceful  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  foul,  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  a  large  reward  ; 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 
And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

PSALM  CXXXII.  ver.  5,  13—18.  Long  Metr 

At    the  fettle  merit  of 'a  church  ;  or,  The  ordinat'u 
/y  f  of a  minifter. 

1   TTTHERE  (ball  we  go  to  feek  and  find 
V  \         An  habitation  for  our  God, 
A  dwelling  for  th'  eternal  mind"' 
Among  ib.z  fons  of  flefh  and  blood  I 


PSALMS.  28  i 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 

Of  Zion  for  his  ancient  reft  ; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ftill, 

His  church  is  with  his  prefence  blefs'd. 

3  "  Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 

"  And  reign  forever,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 
"  Here  (hall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known, 
"  And  blerlings  (hall  attend  my  word. 

4  "  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 

"  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread  ^ 
"  Sinners,  that  wait  before  my  door, 
<c  With  fweet  provifions  mall  be  fed. 

5  cC  Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth'd  with  grace, 

"  My  priefts,  my  minifters  (hall  mine  : 
"  Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  drefs, 
"  Appears  fo  glorious  and  divine. 

6  "  The  faints  unable  to  contain 

"  Their  inward  joys,  fhall  fhout  and  fmg  \ 
"  The  Son  of  David  here  fhall  reign, 

"  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King." 
£7  Jefus  fhall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 

Born  here,  t'uphold  his  glorious  name; 
Hrs  crown  fhall  flourifh  on  his  head, 

While  all  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  fhame.] 

PSALM    CXXXII.   ver.  4,  5,  7,  3,  15.—17. 

/DH.  Common  Metre. 

A  church  efiablijhed, 

£1  l^fO  fleep  nor  Dumber  to  his  eyes 
1\|    Good  David  would  afford, 
'Till  he  had  found  below  the  fkies  -     3 

A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 
a  The  Lord  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 
His  ark  was  fettled  there  : 
And  there  th*  aflembled  nation  oamc 
To  worfhip  thrice  a  year. 


282  PSALMS. 

3  We  trace  no  more  thofe  toilfome  ways, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 

PAUSE. 

4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft, 
Lo  !   thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes, 
Thus  to  be  own'd  and  blefs'd. 

5  Enter  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ;  CC\ 

All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 

Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 
€  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows, 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 
Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 

And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

7  Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 

Let  God's  anointed  fhihe  ; 
Juftice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  power  divine. 

8  Here  let  him  hold  a  lading  throne; 

And  as  his  kingdom  grows, 
Frefh  honours  (hall  adorn  his  crown, 
And  ihame  confound  his  foes. 

PSALM     CXXXIII.    Common  Metre. 

/5%  Brotherly  love, 

i   T     O!  what  an  entertaining  fight  v 

1  a  Thefe  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Whofe  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love* 
2  Where  ftreams  of  blifs  from  Chrift  the  fpring 
Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 


PSALMS.  283 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet. 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  *Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  fhews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

PSALM     CXXXIII.     Short  Metre. 

Communion  of  faints  ;    or,    Love  and  worjbip  in 
/33  afami/y. 

1  T)  LESS'D  are  the  fons  of  peace, 
jD     Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whofe  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 

Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blefs'd  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendftiip  meet, 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  through  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  theheav'nly  hills 

The  faints  are  blefs'd  above, 
Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  diflils, 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

PSALM    CXXXIII.    As  the  mdWalin. 

/  s?         The  blejfings  offriendfjip. 
I    IT  OW   pleafant  'tis  to  fee 

XjL     Kindred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  ftation  move, 

And  each  fulfil  his  part 

With  fympath'fiag  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  jiife  and  love. 
A  a  2 


284  PSALMS. 

2  'Tis  like  an  ointment  filed 
On  Aaron's  facred  head, 

Divinely  rich,  divinely  fweet : 

The  oil  through  all  the  room 

DifFus'd  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  through  his  robes  and  blefs'd  his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful  mowers  of  rain 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  rieighbouring  hills  j 

Such  ftreams  of  pleafure  roll 

Through  evVy  friendly  foul, 
Where  love  like  heav'nly  dew  diftils. 

Repeat  the firfi  Jianza  to  complete  the  tune, 

PSALM  CXXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
/Sn  Daily  and  nightly  devotions. 

1  ^\T  E  that  obey  th'  immortal  king, 

\       Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  power, 
And  blefs  his  wondrous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  : 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  Marry  fky. 

3  The  God  of  Zjon  cheers  our  hearts 

With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace  : 
The  God  that  fpreads  the  heavens  abroad, 
And  rules  the  fvveliing  feas. 

PSALM     CXXXV.  ver.   1—4,   14,   19—21. 
/r2A'  Fir  ft  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  Church  is  God's  houfe  and  care. 

1   X)  RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
JL        While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong,  T 

Or  ftand  attending  at  his  gate. 


P    S    A    L    M    S.  285 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lord  is  good  ; 

Topraife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  : 
Ifrael  he  chofe  of  old,  and  (till 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints  j 

He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  ; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fends. 

4  Through  every  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th'  opprenor's  rod  *f 
He  gives  his  fuffering  feryants  reft, 

And  will  be  known  th*  Almighty  God, 

5  Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tads  his  love, 

People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Amongfl  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  j 
His  church  is  his  Jerufalem. 

'•PSALM  eXXXV-  ver-  SM 2-  Second  part. 

The   works    of  Creation,  providence^  ^redemption  of 
lfr-uel;   and  deftruelton  of  enemies. 

1    r^\  HEAT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
\jy     Above  all  cpowers  and  every  throne  ; 
Whate'er  he  'pleafe  in  earth  and  fea5 

Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done^ 
1  At  his  command  ine  vapours  rife. 

The  light'nirigs  flafji,  the  thunders  roar  ;* 
He  pours' the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempeft  from  his  airy  ft  ore." 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt,  through  thy  ftubborri  land  ; 

When 'all  thy  firft  born  beasts -and  men 
Fell  dead' by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations,   mighty. kings 
He  Hew,  and  their  whpte  country  gave 

To  Ifrael  whom  his  hand'  redee.m'd, 

.   No  more  to  be  proud  Pharaoh's  Dave  ! 


286  PSALM     S. 

5  His  power  the  fame,  the  fame  his  grace, 
That  faves  us  from  the  hofls  of  hell : 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  poffefs, 
Whence  thofe  apoftate  angels  fell. 

PSALM    CXXXV.    Common  Metre. 

w  f 

/?  v       Praife  dus  to  God,  not  .to  idols. 

i      A   WAKE,  ye  faints. — To  praife  your  King 
x\.     Your  fweeteft  paflions  raife  ; 
Your  pious  pleafure,  while  you  fing, 
Increafing  with  the  praile. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord  ;  and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  ftill  his  faints  are  near  his  throne,       t  ^ 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heaven,  earth,  and  fea  confefs  his  hand  ; 

He  bids  the  vapours  rife  ! 
Light'ning  and  ftorm  at  his  command, 
Sweep  through  the  founding  fkies. 

4  All  pow'r  that  gods  or  kings  have  claim'd 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  mould  ne'er  be  nam'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  (locks  and  ftones  they  trufl 

Can  give  them  fhow'rs  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  worfhip  glitt'ring  dull, 
And  pray  to  God  in  vain. 

6  [Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechlefs  prove, 

Such  as  their  makers  gave  : 
Their  feet  were  never  form'd  to  move, 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pra>y  ; 

Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  relief, 

Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they. 3 


PSALMS.  t$y 

8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 
Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honours  there. 

PSALM  CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

God's  wonders  of  creation^  providence^  redemption 
of  Ifraely  and falvation  of  his  people. 

i   {T^\  IVE  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord  , 
VJX     "  His  mercies  flill  endure  j" 
And  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd, 
M  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  ? 

"  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ?" 
Heaven,  earth,  and  fea,  he  framed  alone  \    i 
.    **  How  wide  is  his  command  V* 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light  ; 

"  How  bright  his  counfels  fhine  ?" 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night ; 
Ci  His  works  are  all  divine. 
4.  [He  (truck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead ; 
"  How  dreadful  is  his  rod !" 
And  thence,  with  joy,  his  people  led  \ 
"  How  gracious  is  our  God !" 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  ; 

"  His  arm  is  great  in  might  ;'*' 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  paflage  through  ; 
"  His  power  and  grace  unite. " 

6  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  ; 

"  How  glorious  are  his  ways !" 
And  brought  his  faints  through  defert  ground  I 
"  Eternal  be  his  praife," 

7  Great  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 

"  Victorious  is  his  fword  ; 
While  Ifrael  took  the  promis'd  land  $ 
"  And  faithful  is  his  word." 


*83  PSALMS. 

8  He  faw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 

"  He  felt  his  pity  more ;" 
How  fad  the  Hate  the  world  was  in  ! 
"  How  boundlefs  was  his  love! 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  from  our  woe  ; 

"  His  good-nets  never  fails  :" 
From. death  and  hell,  and  every  foe  •, 
"  And  (till  his  grace  prevails." 
io  Give  thanks  to  God,  the  heavenly  king; 
*'  His  mercies  dill  endure  *, 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifes  fing  ; 
"  His  truth  is  ever  fure." 
3fV  S  A  L  M  CXXXVL  As  the  uSthFfalm, 
i    dT^i  IVE  thanks  to  God  mod  high, 
\JJT     The  univerfal  Lord  ; 
The  fov'relgn  King  of  kings  ; 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

"  His  power  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame ; 
**  And  let  his  name 
4t  Have  endlefs  praife." 
a  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done  I 
He  form'd  the  earth  and  Teas, 
And  fpread  the  heavens  alone. 

u  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
*'  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 
3  His  wifdom  fram'd  the  fun 

To  crown  the  day  with  light  ; 
The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night. 

"  His  power  and  grace 
"  Are  ftill  the  fame ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endtefs  praife." 


P    S    A    L    M    S;  s.89 

[4  He  fmote  the  firft-born  fons, 
The  flower  of  Egypt,  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  le<l> 
"  Thv  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  {till  endure  ; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

5  His  power  and  lifted  rod. 

Cleft  the  Red  Tea  in  two  ; 
And  for  his  people  rrifide 

A  wondrous  parage  through.  ^ 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
u  Are  (till  the  fame  ; 
<c  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 

With  all  his  hod  he  drbwn'd  ; 
And  brought  his  Ifrael  fafe 

Through  a 'long  defert  ground. 

11  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
«  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
*'  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

pause. 


The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 

Beneath  h'i$  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fer  varus  took 
Poftefiion  of  their  land. 

cc  His  power  and  grace 
"  Are  ftiii  the  fame  ; 
"  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 


29o  P    S     A    L     M     S. 

8  He  faw  the  nations  lie 

All  perifhing  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  ft  ate 
The  ruined  world  was  in. 

"  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
Shall  ftill  endure  j 
And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

9  He  fent  his  only  Son 

To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
From  Satan,  fin,  and  death, 
And  every  hurtful  foe. 

His  power  and  grace 
"  Are  dill  the  fame  ; 
u  And  let  his  name 

"  Haveendlefs  praife." 

io  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heavenly  king : 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

li  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  endure  ; 
44  And  ever  fure 
44  Abides  thy  word, 

P  S  A  L  M  CXXXVI.  Abridged.  Long  Metre. 

i    /^l  IVE  to  our  Lord  immortal  paaife  i 
\JJT  Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  : 
w  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
44  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  ; 
**  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 
ic  When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  more." 


PSALMS.  •  «9i 

3  He  built  the  earth  he  fpread  the  fky, 
And  fixt  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 

ci  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bids  the  moon  direct  the  night : 

f*  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  funs  and  moons  fhall  mine  no  more.'* 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  ; 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  dead  in  Tin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within ! 

"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  death  and  fin  fhall  reign  no  more/* 

7  He  fent  his  Son  with  power  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs,  and  the  grave: 

"  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
"  Repeat,  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

8  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  heavenly  feat : 

"  His  mercies  ever  fhall  endure, 

"  When  this  vain  world  fhall  be  no  more." 

PSALM    CXXXVIL 
/3  V  The  B-aba Ionian  captivity. 

I    A   LONGthebankswhereBaberscurrentflows, 
jL\^    Our   captive   bands  in  deep  defpondence 

flray'd, 
While  Zion's  fall  in  fad  remembrance  rofe, 

Her  friends,    her  children,    mingled  with  the 
dead. 

B  b 


-92  PSALMS. 

i  The  tunelefs  harp  that  once  with  joy  weftrung, 
When  praife  employ'd  and  mirth  infpir'd  the 
lay, 

In  mournful  filence  on  the  willows  hung, 

And  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedious  day. 

3*  The  barbarous  tyrants,  to  increafe  the  woe, 
With  taunting  fmiles  a  fong  of  Zion  claim  : 

Bid  facred  praife  in  (trains  melodious  flow, 

While    they   blafpheme   the    great    Jehovah's 
name. 

4  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 
Shall  Ifrael's  fons  a  fong  of  Zion  raife  ? 

G  haplefs  Salem,  God's  tereftrial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife. 

5  If  e'er  my  mem'ry  lofe  thy  lovely  name, 
If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 

Let  dire  deftruclion  feize  this  guilty  frame  : 
My  hand  mail  peri fh,  and  my  voice  fhall  ceafe. 

6  Yet  fhall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls, 
G'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  difmay, 

His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 
And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

PSALM     CXXXVIII. 

Reft  or  in g  and  prefer  ving  grace . 

i  'TT'TITH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 
V V     I'M  praife  my  maker  in  my  fong  ; 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

[2  Angels,  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 
Shall  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes, 
To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  ikies. J 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  293 

3  I'll  fing  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
I'll  ling  the  wonders  of  thy  word  : 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below, 
So  much  thy  power  and  glory  mow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  role  ; 
He  heard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  foes ; 
He  did  my  rifmg  fears  controul, 

And  ftrength  diffus'd  through  all  my  foul. 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  itate, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great ; 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 

The  humble  fouls  that  truft  his  grace. 

6  Amidft  a  thoufand  fnares  I  (land 
CJpheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
.And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

$7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins ; 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes.  *  -.  . 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Firftpart.  Long  Metre. 

The  all-feeing  God* 

1  T     ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro'; 
JLl   Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 
My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flelri,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftin&ly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  Ipeak, 
Are  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  ftand, 
On  every  fide  I  find  thy  hand  ; 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  amfurrounded  itill  with  God. 


294  P     S     A     L     M     b. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great ! 
What  large  extent  !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boaft, 
h  in  the  boundlefs  profpect  loft. 

5  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  poiTefs  my  breaft, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft; 

"  Nor  let  my  weaker  paflions  dare 
"   Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 

pause     the  firft. 

6  Could  I  fo  falfe,  fo  faithlefs  prove, 
To  quit  thy  fervice  and  thy  love, 
Where,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  fhun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run  ! 

7  If  up  to  heaven  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dwell'ft  enthron'd  in  light ; 
Or  dive  to  hell — there  vengeance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

8  If  mounted  on  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  the  wreftern  lea, 

rJh,y  fwifter  hand  would  firft  arrive, 
And  there  arr«?ft  thy  fugitive. 

9  Or  mould  I  try  to  mun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 
One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

i  o  "  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  poflefs  my  breaft, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ! 
"  Nor  let  my  weaker  pafiions  dare 
"  Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there. 

pause     the  fecond. 

1 1   The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  fcreen  from  thy  all-fearching  eyes  ; 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Thro'  midnight  fhades  as  blazing  noon. 


! 


i 


P     S     A     L     M     Si  295 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee, 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

13  "  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  poflefs  my  breaft, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  ! 
"Nor  let  my  weaker  paflions  dare 

"  Gonfent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Second  part.  Long 
Metre. 

The  wonderful  formation  of  man* 

1  ,rTHWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God  I  came3 

X     A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame  ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  mine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  fkill  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  lay  : 
Thou  faw'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took? 
Form'dby  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nam'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfels  fram'd, 
The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart. 
Was  copy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4  At  lad,  to  (hew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  flamp'd  his  image  on  my  frame, 
.And  in  fome  unknown  moment,  join'4 
The  fininVd  members  of  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  paffions  of  the  man, 
Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 

B  b  2 


*96  PSALMS. 

PAUSE. 

6  Lord  fmce  in  my  advancing  age, 
I've  a&ed  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 
1  he  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  fand  that  makes  the  more, 
Before  my  fwifteft  thoughts  could  trace 
The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

8  Thefe  on  my  heart  are  (till  impreft, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft  ; 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  his  love  poffefs  my  mind. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.  Third  part.  Long 
Metre. 

Sincerity  profejfed,  and  grace  tried  ;  or,    The 

h e art- fe arching  God. 

i   T\^"Y  God  what  inward  grief  I  feel, 

L V A   When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  wTi!l ! 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  foul  detefi:  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  ? 

'  Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  every  thought — 
Though  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 

Of  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 
I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  ? 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 
Oh  1  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  flray. 
And  lead  me  hi  thy  perfect  way. 


P    S     A    L     M     S.     '  297 

PSALM    CXXXIX.     Firfl:    part.     Common 
Metre. 

God  is  every  where. 

1  TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
\_     In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
Tofhun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 

The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  rifing  and  my  reft, 
My  publick  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

^3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 
Before  they're  form'd  within, 
And  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 

4  Oh  !  wondrous  knowledge  !  deep  and  high  ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Inclos'd  on  every  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  ftill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  every  ill, 
Secur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

p.     a     u      s      E. 

6  Lord,  where  fhall  guilty  fouls  retire, 

Forgotten  and  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 

To  Tcape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  grave  refign. 


298  PSALMS. 

8  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 

I  fly  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand,  which  muff  fupport  my  flight, 
Would  foon  betray  my  reft. 

9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 

Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 
*o  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  ; — 
Oh  !  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  power 

From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSALM    CXXXIX.  Second  part.     Common 
Metre. 

The  wlfdom  of  God  in  the  formation  of  man. 

1  \T7HENI,  with  pleafing  wonder  ftand, 

W       And  all  my   frame  furvey, 
Lord  !  'tis  thy  work — I  own,  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  pofleft, 

Where  unborn  nature  grew  : 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceft  care  furvey'd 

The  growth  of  every  part  ; 
'Till  the  whole  fcheme|^.thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
Was  copy'd  by  they  art. 
j.  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind 
Shew  me  thy  wondrous  fkili  j 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  dill. 
;  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhine, 
My  flefh  proclaims  thy  praife  : 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 


PSALMS.  599 

PSALM    CXXXIX.  ver.   14,   17,  18.  Third 
part.     Common  Metre. 

The  mercies  of  God  innumerable. 

An  evening  pfalm. 

1  ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 

JLj     They  ftrike  me  with  furprife  ; 
Not  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  fhore, 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 
n  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  (lands, 
The  produd  of  thy  fkiil ; 
And  hourly  bleflings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 
3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  ; 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  me ! 
Oh !  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

PSALM  CXL.    Common  Metre. 

1  T3  ROTEC T  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  ! 
JL        Behold  our  riling  woes  ; 

We  trufl  alone  thy  powerful  arm, 
To  fcatter  all  our  foes. 

2  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poifon'd  dart, 

Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile, 
While  rage  and  carnage  fwell  their  heart, 
They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 

3  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 

When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  mare, 
Supplies  our  conflant  aid. 

4  Let  falfehood  flee  before  thy  face, 

Thy, heavenly  truth  extend, 
All  nations  tafte  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
And  all  delufion  end* 


300  PSALM     S. 

5  With  daily  bread  the  poor  fupply  ; 
The  caufe  of  juftice  plead, 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 
With  Chrift  the  glorious  head. 

PSALM  CXLI.  ver.  2,-5.  Long  Metre. 

Watchfulnefs  and  brotherly  love. 

A  morning  or  evening  pfalm. 

1  T\ /TY  God,  accept  my  early  vows, 

JLv  JL  Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe, 
And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife 
Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  facrifice. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  every  rafh  and  heedlefs  word  ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  Tinners  lead. 

3  Oh  may  the  righteous,  when  I  flray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandering  way  ! 
Their  gentle  words,  like  ointment  fried, 
Shall  never  bruife,  but  cheer  my  heart. 

4  When  I  behold  them  prefs'd  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief; 
And,  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

PSALM    CXLII.     Common  Metre. 
God  is  the  hope  of  the  helplefs. 

1  HPO  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 

JL     From  God  I  fought  relief ; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

2  My  foul  was  overwhelm^  with  woes, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 

My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  I  take. 


PSALMS.  301 

3  On  every  fide  I  caft  my  eye, 
And  found  my  helpers  gone, 

While  friends  and  flrangers  pafs'd  me  by 
Neglected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 
And  call'd  thy  mercy  near, 

a  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 
"  Be  thou  my  refuge  here." 

5  Lord,  I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 
Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 

And  make  my  foes  who  vex  me,  know 
I've  an  Almighty  friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 
Then  mall  I  praife  thy  name, 

And  holy  men  fhall  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM    CXLIII.     Long  Metre. 

Complaint  of  heavy  affliElions  in  mind  and  body. 

1   Ik  yTY  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
±VA  Hear,  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad., 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne— 
Oh  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known 
Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace — 
Should  juftice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 
Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burden  me  ; 
My  wafting  life  draws  near  the  grave ; 
Make  bare  thine  arm — thy  fervant  fave. 
I  dwell  indarknefs  and  unfeen- — 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  ; 
My  thoughts  in  mufmg  filence  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace,  / 


302  PSALM    S. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  glimpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up  ; 

I  flretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  third  like  parched  lands  for  rain, 

6  For  thee  I  truft,  I  pray,  I  mourn-— 
When  will  thy  fmiling  face  return  ? 
Shall  all  my  joys  on  earth  remove, 
And  God  forever  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  fave, 
Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  mine  eye  4 
Make  hafle  to  help  before  I  die  \ 

8  The  night  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
Diftrefiing  pains,  diftracling  fears  ; 
Oh  !  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  figh, 
And  lift  my  weary  foul  on  high  ; 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day  ; 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

10  Break  off  my  fetters,  Lord,  and  (how 
The  path  in  which  my  feet  mould  go  : 
If  mares  and  foes  befet  the  road, 

I  flee  to  hide  me  near  my  God, 

1 1  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  hill : 
Let  the  good  fpirit  of  thy  love 
Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 

1 2  Then  mail  my  foul  no  more  complain, 
1  he  tempter  then  fhall  rage  in  vain  ; 
And  flefh,  and  fin,  my  foes  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  303 

PSALM  CXt.IV.  ver.  1,  2.  Firft  part.  Com. Metre, 
Affiftana  and  nfiBory  in  the  fpiritual  warfare, 

1  TJ^OREVER  blefl'ed  be  the  Lord, 
JJ7       My  Saviour  and  my  fhield  ; 
lie  fends 'his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  held. 

2  When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite. 

He  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
Inftructs  me  in  the  heavenly  fight, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 
a   A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine, 
My  fainting  hope  (hall  raife  5  - 
He  makes  the  glorious  vict'ry  mine, 
And  his  (hall  be  the  praiie. 
PSALM    CXLIV.  ver.  3,  4,  5,  6,  Second 
part.     Common  Metre. 
The  vanity  of  man,  and  the  condefcenfon  of  God* 

1  T     (3RD,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  ni#n, 
I  j     Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 

His  life  a  fhadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hading  to  the  dud. 

2  O  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 

Or  all  his  finful  race, 
That  God  mould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  ? 

3  That  God,  who  darts  his  lightnings  down, 

Who  (hakes  the  world  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown, 
How  wondrous  is  his  love  ! 
PSALM     CXLIV,  ver.  12.— 15.    Third  part. 
Long  Metre. 
Grace  above    riches  ;  or,  the  happy  nation* 
1    "Of  APPY  the  city,  where  their  ions, 
JLjL  t   Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters,  bright  as  polifhed  {tones, 
Give  itrength  and  beauty  to  the  ftate* 
Cc 


304  P     S     A    L     M     S. 

2  Happy  the  land  in  culture  dreft, 

Whofe  ilocks  and  corn  have  large  increafe  ; 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  reft, 
.Nor  ions  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endow'd, 

But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  all  fufficient  God 
■Himfelf,  with  all  his  grace,  bellows. 

PSALM    CXLV.     Long   Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God. 

i   ]\/lTY  Gods  my  King,  thy   various  praife  ' 
JLvJ.     Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  day£  j 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
'Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  fhall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  \ 
And  every  fettmg  fun  fhall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  : 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endlefs  ftream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift,  thine  anger  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 

4.  Thy  works  with  fovereign  glory  mine, 

And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine  ; 

Ltt  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 

The  found  and  honour  of  his  name. 
5  Le|-diflant  times  and  nations  raife 

The  long  fucceflion  of  thy  praife  : 

And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 

The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue* 
5  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 

Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  : 

Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways, 

Vail  and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  305 

PSALM    CXLV.  ver.   1,-7,  11,-13.  Firft 

part.     Common  Metre* 

The  greatnefs  of  God. 

1  T     ONG  as  I  live  Pll  blefs  thy  name, 

1   j     My  King,  my  God  of  love  : 
My  work  and  joy  mall  be  the  fame 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown, 

And  let  his  praife  be  great : 
Pll  fine:  the  honours  of  his  throne. 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  ; 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  fhall  teach  thy  name. 

And  children  learn  thy  ways : 
Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  : 
Thine  arm  of  power,  thy  heavenly  date* 
With  public  fplendor  mown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 

Thy  faints  are  ruPd  by  love ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  Rands, 
Though  rocks  and  hills  remove. 
PSALM    CXLV.    ver.  7.  bfc.    Second  part, 
Common  Metre. 
The  goodnefs  of  God. 

1  QWEET  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace, 
^3     My  God,  my  heavenly  King  -> 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteoufaefs 

In  founds  of  glory  fing. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodnefs  to  the  ikies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  mines 
And  every  want  fupplies. 


C,c6  PSALMS. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food. 
Thy  liberal  hand  provides  their  meet, 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  ! 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves ! 
Eut  foon  he  fends  his  pardoning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race, 

Thy  power  and  praife  proclaim  ; 
But  faints,  that  taite  thy  richer  grace, 
Delight  to  blefs  thy  name. 

PSALM     CLXY.    ver.   14,   1%    faV.    Third 

part.     Common    Metre. 

Mercy  to  fufferers  ;  or,  God  hear iyig  prayer. 

1   T    ET  every  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
j   j      Thou  fovereign  Lord  of  all  ; 
Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak^ 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 
1  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Our  virtue  lies  diftrefTed 
Beneath  fome  proud  oppreflbr's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 

3  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 

And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  fervants  feel  -9 

He  hears  his  children  cry, 
^nd  their  bed  willies  to  fulfil 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 
5-  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 
From  men  of  heart  fmcere  ; 
He  fayes  the  fouls  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 
6  [His  flubborn  foes  his  fv/ord  (hall  flay* 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  y 


P     5     A     I;     M     S.  307 

But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  mall  fay, 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 
7  [My  lips  mall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 
And fpreadhis  fame  abroad  ; 
Let  all  the  ions  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God.] 

P  S  A  L  M  CXLVI.     Long  Metre, 

P  raife  to  Gad  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth. 

1  '  [3  RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  (hall  joi-a 

In  work  fo  pleafant,  fo  divine  \ 
Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  (hall  employ  my  noble!!  powers, 
While  immortality  endures  ; 

My  days  of  praife  mall  ne'er  be  pad  ; 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,  laft> 

3  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Princes  mufl  die  and  turn  to  durL: 

Their  breath  departs,  their  poaqbseid  power. 
And  thoughts,  all  vanifli  in-  ah&kiir. 
a.  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopss~:rely 
On  Ifraers  God  :  He  made  the  fky, 
And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all -their  train  1 
And  none  (hall  find  his  promife  vain. 

5  His  truth  forever  mail  fecure  ; 

He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor-, 
He  fends  the  labouring  confcience  peacey 
And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  to  fight  reftores  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  mind  % 
He  helps  the  (hanger  in  diftrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefc. 

7  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  weil^ 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  y 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ;. 
3?iaife  him  iu  everlafting  ftraiias*. 

C  c  * 


3^>3  P.SAL     M     S. 

PS  At  M    CXLVIL     As  the  113th  Pfalm, 

Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs  and  truth. 

'LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  : 

And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death, 

•  Praife  mall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 

My  days  of  praife  mall  ne'er  be  pair, 

While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  lafl, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Why  fhould  I  make  a  man  my  trufl: 
•  Princes  mult  die  and  turn  to  dull: ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  rlefh  and  blood  : 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  power.,/ 
And  thoughts,  all  vanift  in  an  hour  ;• 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good.. 

3  Happy  the  man  whole  hopes  rely 
On  IfraePs  God  :  He  made  the  Iky, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  alL  their  train  3,. 
Kis  (ruth  forever  (lands  fecure  : 
He  favesth'  oppreffed,   he  feeds  th'  poor,. 

And  none  mall  iind  his  promife  vain. 

4  The  Lord  hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  : 
The  Lord  fuppor.ts  the  linking  mind  ; 

He  fends  the  labouring  conscience  peace  :; 
He  helps  the  (Iranger  in  diltrefs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatheriefs, 

And  grants  the  pris'ner  fweet  releafe. 

5  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  we£L 
But  turns  the  wicked' down  to  hell"; 

Thy  God,  Q  Zion,  ever  reigns  5 
Let  every  tongue,  tet  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praife  him  in  everlalting  drains-, 
6.  I'll  praife  him  while  he  lends  me  breath  : 
And  when  my  voice  is  lo(t  in  death, 

Praife  mali;  employ  my  nobler  powers  2. 
My  days  of  praife  (hall  ne'er  be  pad, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  iaft* 

Or  immortality  en  chirks* 


-    P     S     A     L     M     & 


3-J 


P  S  A  L  M    CXLVII.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre, 
The  divine  nature,  providence,  and  grace. 

1  XJ  RAISE  ye  the  Lord  :  *tis  good  to  raife 
J[  Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife.  r 
His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight, 

2  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to.  his  name  ; 
His  mercy  melts  the  flubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  Me  formed  the  flars,  thafe  heavenly  flames.,. 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names  :: 
His  fov'reign  wifdom  knows  no  bound, 

A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd*. 

4  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  might* 
And  all  his  glory  infinite  ;. 

He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft^ 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dull. 


u      s      E, 


Sing  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high,. 
Who  fjyeadshis  clouds  around  the  fky  ^ 
There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  Held  with  corn  :.• 
The  beads  with  food  his  hands  fupply,. 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 
What  is  the  creature's  fkill  or  force, 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horfe^ 
The  fp rightly  wit,  the  active  limb  L 
AU  are  too  mean  delights  for  hima 
But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight ; 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear*. 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there.. 


310  PSALMS. 

P  S  A  L  M  CXLVII.  Second  part.  Long  Metre 
Summer  and  winter. 

i    T     ET  Zion  praife  the  mighty  God, 

I    X      And  make  his  honours  known  abroad  ; 
For  fweet  the  joy  our  fongs  to  raife, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife. 

2.  Our  children  live  fecure  and  blefs'd. 
Our  fhores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft ; 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fined  .wheat, 
And  adds  his  bieifing  to  their  meat- 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains  : 

Hi>  flakes  of  mow  like  wool  he  fends,. 
And  thus  the  fpringingcorn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  ft  oft  he  firews  the  ground  t 
His  hail  defcends  with  dreadful  found  £ 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 

And  terror  arms  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He  bids  the  wintry  breezes  blow  ;. 
The  ice  diifolves,  the  waters  flow  : 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praile. 

6  Through  all  our  States  his  laws  are  mown -y 
His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known  y 

He  hath  not  thus  revealed  his  word 
To  every  land  :  Praife  ye  the  Lord. 
PSALM  CXLVII.  ver.  '/,— 9,  13,-18.  Common: 
Metre. 
The  feafons    of  the  year. 

1  "T"T TITH  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud- 

VV       Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  fpreads  his  cloud;, 
And  waters  veil  the  iky. 

2  He  fends  his  mowers  of  blefimg  down- 

To  cheer  tire  plains  below; 
He  makes  the  grafs  the  mountains  crown^ 
And  corn  u\  vallies  grow., 


P     S     A     L     M     S.  311 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

He  hears  the  ravens  cry  ; 
But  man,  who  taftes  his  fined  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honour  high. 

4  His  ftudy  councils  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  fhort  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  days  appear. 

5  His  hoary  froft,  his  fleecy  fhow, 

Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  dreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When,  from  his  dreadful  (lores  on  high, 

He  pours  the  founding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow. 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  : 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
And  bids  the  fpring  return. 

8  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fov'reign  Lord. 

PSALM    CXLVIII.     Proper  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  from  all  creatures. 

1  "^TE  tribes  of  Adam,  join 

X     With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  feas* 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife* 
Ye  holy  throng 
Of  angles  bright 
In  worlds  of  light 
Begin  rtje  foaga 


3i2  PSALMS. 

2  Thou  fun  with  dazzling  rays, 

And  moon,  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife, 
With  itars  of  twinkling  light. 
His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  mining  worlds  above 

In  glorious  order  (land, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move 
By  his  fupreme  command* 
He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came, 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mov'd  their  mighty  wheels 

In  unknown  ages  pad, 
And  each  his  word  fulfils 
While  time  and  nature  laft, 
In  different  ways 
His  works  proclaim 
His  wondrous  name, 
And  fpeak  his  praife* 

PAUSE* 

5  Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 
And  monilers  of  the  deep> 
The  fifh  that  cleave  the  feas,.- 
Or  in  their  bofom  ileep. 
From  fea  and  fnore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difplay 

Their  Maker's  power* 


P'  S     A     L     M    S. 

6  Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  fnow, 

Praife  ye  th'  almighty  Lord  ; 
And  ftornvy  winds  that  How 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  mine,    , 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  fkies, 

With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fixe, 
That  fruit  in  plenty  bear  ; 
Beads,  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flies,  and  worms, 
In  various  forms, 
Exalt  his  name. 

8  Ye  kings,  and  judges,   fear 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  king  ; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heavenly  honours  ling  : 
Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  power  and  (late 
Make  you  forget 
His  pov/er  fupreme. 
2  Virgins  and  youths,  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feeble  voices  join, 
Wide  as  he  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  every  tongue 
In  endlefs  ftrains. 
io  Let  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above ; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 

And  makes  them  tafte  his  love  \ 


j1  j 


3U  P     S     A    L     M     S. 

While  earth  and  fky 
Attempt  his  praife, 
His  faints  (ha\  raife 
His  honours  high. 
PSALM  CXLVIII.  Paraphrased.  Long  Metre. 

V niv  erf al  praife  to  God, 
i   "f*     OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

jLj  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell; 
Let  heaven  begin  the  folemn  word, 

And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 
Note,   This  Pfahn  may  be  Jung  to  the  tune  of  the  \ 
chl  1 1  ith  or  i2jth  Pfaim,  If  thefe  two  lines  be  ad-  \ 
ded  to  every  flanza,  viz. 

"  Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
*.'  But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife." 
Other  wife  it  muft  befung  to  the  ufual  tunes  of  the 
Long  Metre, 

2  The  Lord  !  how  abfolute  he  reigns! 

Let  every  angel  bend  the  knee : 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heavenly  (trains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell,  ^t 

An  awful  throne  of  mining  blifs  : 
Fly  through  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell  -. 
How  darl^thy  beams,  compared  to  his^ 

4  Awake,  ye  tempefts,  and  his  fame 

In  founds  of  dreadfuhpraife  declare  , 
Let  the  fweet  whifper  of  his  name 
Fill  every  gentler  breeze  of  air. 

5  Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  waves- agree 

To  join  their  praife  with  blazing  fire  $ 
Let  the  firm  earth,  and  rolling  fea 
In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

6  Ye  flowery  plains,  proclaim  his  fkill  j 

Ye  vallies,  fink  before  his  eye': 
And  let  his  praife  from  every  hill 
Rife  tuneful  to  the  neigb'ring  iky. 


PSALMS.  315 

j  Ye  ftubborn  oaks,  and  dately  pines, 
Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore  : 
Praife  him,  ye  beads,  in  different  drains  ; 
The  lamb  mud  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

S  Ye  birds,  his  praife  mud  be  your  theme, 
"Who  form'd  to  fing  your  tuneful  voice  : 
While  the  dumb  fifh  that  cuts  the  dream 
In  his  protecting  care  rejoice. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue 
When  nature  all  around  you  fmgs  ? 
O  !  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings. 

I  o  Wide  as  his  vad  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  fhout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

II  Jehovah!  'tis  a  glorious  word! 

O  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  f 
Buyjjiints,  who  bed  have  known  the  Lord, 
Tg^H^r^  bound  to  raife  the  nobled  fong. 

1 2  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  j 
From  all  below  and  all  above, 
Sing  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXLVIII.     Short  Metre. 

Univerfal praife. 

1  ET  every  creature  join 

I   a  To  praife  th'  eternal  God  ; 
Ye  heav'nly  hods,  the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  fun,  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  darry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker*s  [jraife. 
D  d 


3i6  PSALMS. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  fix'd  their  wondrous  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 

4  Ye  vapours,  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhowers  or  fnow, 
Ye  thunders,  murmuring  round  the  fkies, 
His  pow'r  and  glory  fhew. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  florms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  works  above 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd, 
But  faints  that  tafte  his  faving  love, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

pause     the  firjt. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife  : 
Praife  him,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
And  monfters  of  the  feas. 

S  From  mountains  near  the  fky 
Let  his  high  praife  refound — 
From  humble  fhrubs  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 

9  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beads  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  your  praife. 

io  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 
On  high  his  praifes  bear  ; 
Or  fit  on  flowery  boughs,  and  fing 
Your  Maker's  glory  there. 


PSALM     S.  31 

%%  Ye  reptile  myriads,  join 

T'  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
And  flies,  in  beauteous  forms  that  mine, 
His  wondrous  (kill  proclaim. 

12  By  all  the  earth-born  race, 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd  ; 
But  faints,  that  know  his  heavenly  gracf 
Should  learn  to  praife  him  beft. 

p  a  u  s  e    the  fecond. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Praife  ye  th'  eternal  king — 
Judges  adore  that  fovereign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honours  fpring. 

14  Let  vigorous  youth  engage 

To  found  his  praifes  high  : 
While  growing  babes  and  witherfng  a< 
Their  feebler  voices  try. 

15  United  zeal  be  (hown 

His  wondrous  fame  to  raife  ; 

God  is  the  Lord ;  his  name  alone 

Deferves  our  endlefs  praife. 

16  Let  nature  join  with  art, 

And  all  pronounce  him  bleft, 
But  faints,  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart, 
Should  fing  his  praifes  beft. 

PSALM    CXLIX.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  God,  all  his  faints  ;  or,  The  faints  judgi. 
the  world, 

1      A   LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
JLjl     And  let  your  fongs  be  new  ; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  mew. 


gi8  PSALMS. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  fing ; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  king. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  juft, 

Whom  Tinners  treat  with  fcorn  : 
The  meek,  that  lie  defpifed  in  dull, 
Salvation  fhall  adorn. 

4  Saints  mould  be  joyful  in  their  king, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  mail  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  high  praife  mail  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword  : 
And  vengeance  fhall  attend  their  fongs, 
The  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  his  judgment-feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here. 

7  Then  mall  they  rule  with  iron  rod, 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel : 
And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 

8  The  royal  fmners,  bound  in  chains, 

New  triumph  fhall  afford : 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains  : 
Praife  ye,  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CL.  ver.  i,  2,  6.  Common  Metre1 

A  Jong  of  praife. 

iJTTN  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife, 
JL     His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raife.. 
Tor  there  his  glory  dwells. 


PSALMS.  3x9 

2  Let  all  your  facred  paffions  move, 

While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  ;  r 

But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  highelt  praife  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  blefs'd  ;  % 

Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  mall  praife  him  beft. 

— <£°^— - 

The    CHRISTIAN   DOXOLOGY, 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  given 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 

Common    Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  faints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre.     Where  the  tune   includes     two 
Jianzas. 

I. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 
Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
A  new-creating  breath. 

II. 

To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 

Let  faints  and  angels  join. 


32*0  PSALMS. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels,  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
«ind  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the   113/6  Pfolr*.. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  given, 
Through  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known*, 
By  all  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  heaven* 

As   the   148  th  PJalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

To  God  the  Spirit  praife  :     • 

With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  king, 
Thy  name  we  fing, 
While  faith  adores., 


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Like  April's  fleeting;  showers, 

II  I  ilv<-  Summer's  fading  (lowers, 
ike  <!iilJhood,s  sportive  hoars, 
>^o  passeth  life  away. 


/uc  rnornifu  dews  of  Heaven, 
like  Autumn's  dreary  decay, 


a  trern'il'V.  a.-r,       ) 
{Ju\d  I  fear  ine  -.>■  -»*  so 
Is  wri  igiiifj  thy  hfii 

"Come  net!  in  ii*k>  bosom..  ' 
I     Thou  being  ;-r.-ove— *■ 
Let  me  press  -;nd  cntess  ehe<  * 

A  sully-less  dove : 
Let  me  kiss  the  damy>  jeavl . 

That  hang  light  oij  thy  cheJc, 
Where  the  rose  leaf  has  nes'lc-u* 

For  many  a  wee):  ! 


Come  rest  in  fond  arms, 

Pensiv     ;lrl,  and  tell  why 
The  glad  si.  ile  has  gone  do-vn 

From  the  sky  of  ihhe  eye, 
For  no  gloom  of  d*.  ^>u>r. 

Should  fall  darkly  o  n  thee, 
Else  the  seraph  and  cherub 

Might  sorrowing  be  i 
i  Philadelphia.  R. 


M. 


FAREWELL. 

Oh,  dearest,  do  not  say  "^rewell?' 

Though  we  be  doomed  to  sever  ; 
'Tis  like  the  sullen  passing  bell 

Of  pleasure  gone  forever. 
Ah  !  find  a  gentler  language  then, 

The  mournful  truth  to  tell, 
Say  'parted  friends  may  meet  again,1 

But  do  not  say  farewell : 

Oh,  do  not  say  farew 

It  tells  of  pleasures  past  away — 

It  tells  of  future  sorrow; 
That  summer  smiled  on  yesterday, 

And  winter  corc°s  tomorrow. 
Around  the  heart  it  se-MQis  to  throw 

A  melancholy  spell 
Of  iiiingled  memo'v  and  w 

Oh-  do  not  s»y    fVrevveV 


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